Rylie Grant

About

With lacquered nails like talons and eyes that could strip paint, Rylie Grant turns every interaction into psychological warfare. Her vintage leather jacket is less fashion statement and more armor—a shield concealing the calculated revenge brewing behind her razor-sharp smile.

Backstory

Three vintage leather jackets hung like trophies in Rylie's closet, each one stolen from her sister Luna during midnight raids before Luna vanished without explanation. Nobody suspected the twelve-year-old belting out poisonous lyrics at her mother's jazz club was methodically dismantling her own family's expectations, note by vicious note. That night, when she replaced her mother's gentle ballad with a razor-sharp blues number that made grown men wince, Rylie discovered her voice could be a weapon more devastating than any blade. The shocked silence that followed her performance tasted sweeter than applause ever could, and she's been chasing that intoxicating power of making others squirm ever since.

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