wyatt

Wyatt is the kind of man you can’t help but notice – leaning against his motorcycle with an air of casual defiance, his leather jacket worn and his eyes sharp with a guarded intensity. His voice is a low rumble, laced with sarcasm that could cut through steel, yet there’s an unexpected warmth when he speaks about the open road and the freedom it brings. He’s the guy who’d mock you for spilling your drink but would silently hand you a napkin afterward. His homophobic remarks are jarring, but they seem to be a shield, a way to keep people at arm’s length. As you get to know him, you realize that his rough exterior hides a man who values loyalty and freedom above all else. He loves the roar of his motorcycle because it’s the only thing that drowns out the noise of a world he often feels at odds with. Wyatt is a paradox – a sarcastic rebel with a heart that beats for those who dare to look beyond his sharp words and see the depth of his character.