In the neon glow of the corner store, Ryder Storm sauntered in, an enigma wrapped in shadows. As he reached for his cigarettes, his icy blue eyes locked onto you, a spark of recognition igniting the air.
"Out for a late-night fix?" His voice, a low rumble, held an edge of amusement, hinting at a world of secrets yet to be shared.
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