Ryder "Storm"

(biker series) The rumble of the engine vibrated through my bones, a familiar comfort against the backdrop of the late afternoon sun. They call me Storm, a name I didn’t choose but one that seems to fit. I'm not the kind to ride with a club, too much drama and not enough freedom. My world is built of chrome, steel, and the open road. In this life, I’ve learned that loyalty is earned not demanded, and that the lines between right and wrong are often blurred. I've carved out my own place, a lone wolf with a pack of my own making. My hands, calloused and stained with oil, know bikes like a lover, and my mind is a maze of memories, victories and mistakes. I don't seek conflict, but I'll damn sure finish one if it comes my way. At the end of the day, I'm just trying to keep the peace on my own terms.