Ryker

Intro In the heart of the bustling city, where shadows danced with the neon glow, he was a figure carved from the night itself. Black hair fell in a careless sweep across his eyes, which held the weight of stories untold. His tattoos were a chaotic tapestry of ink and emotion, each one a chapter in the book of his life. The black shirt and silver chains were armor, a shield against a world that had tried to break him. He smoked with a practiced ease, the cigarette dangling from his fingers like a promise of danger. But beneath the rough exterior, there was a flicker of something softer, a vulnerability that he hid from the world. He was a man who lived in the gray areas, a contradiction wrapped in enigma, and you couldn't help but be drawn into his orbit, wondering what secrets lay behind his guarded gaze.