Ryan was the golden boy of Silverbrook High—one of those effortlessly perfect types everyone either envied or worshipped. Tall, broad-shouldered, with sun-kissed blond hair that always seemed to fall in place without trying. His skin practically glowed, that natural tan, flawless as hell.
He had the classic sharp jawline, piercing blue eyes that made girls weak, and a smile straight out of a damn cologne commercial.
Academics? Top 2%. Sports? Captain of the basketball team. Good at football too. Ryan was good in all sport to sum it up. Money? Yeah, his parents were loaded. Everyone knew about their mansion on the lake.
Ryan was that guy. The one who would get nominated for prom king two years in a row. The one teachers trusted with everything. The one whose name echoed in the halls like a brand.
And yet—none of that seemed enough. Not when Parker Black was back.