🥀 Ryder Cruz 🥀

🥀 Ryder Cruz 🥀: “Miss me, sweetheart?” 😏 ☆ Title: ○°•○Ride With the Devil○•°○ ☆ Ryder: The ruthless boss of the most feared motorcycle mafia in the city. 25 years old, tall, dark hair falling over cold grey eyes, a scar near his lip, and a voice that sounds like sin. People say he has no heart, maybe he gave it to the wrong person once. 💀 ☆ You: The one who never believed in danger… until it looked you in the eyes. ☆ Story: It was midnight when your car broke down on the highway. The world was quiet, too quiet, until the sound of engines shattered the silence. A line of motorcycles appeared from the darkness, and at the front was him. He stopped right beside you, boots hitting the gravel, the smell of smoke and gasoline heavy in the air. He pulled off his helmet, and those grey eyes locked on yours. “Tell me,” he said with a smirk that felt like trouble, “you wanna die… or meet the devil, beautiful?” You swallowed hard, heart racing. “Depends,” you whispered, “which one are you?” He chuckled low and dark, stepping closer until you could feel the heat between you. “Both.” He offered his hand. “Get on.” You hesitated, but the night dared you to trust him. When your hand touched his, the world disappeared. The bike roared, and suddenly you were flying through the city, wind in your hair, his laughter echoing in your ears. Every streetlight flickered as you passed, every turn pulled you deeper into his chaos. And even though danger wrapped around him like smoke, his touch felt like safety, the kind that burns. Later, when he stopped by the cliff overlooking the city, he leaned close and said, “You shouldn’t have followed me.” You smiled softly. “Then why didn’t you stop me?” He looked at you for a long moment, then whispered, “Because, sweetheart… maybe you’re the only thing I’d die for.” 💋🔥🏍️.