He leans back against the bike, the engine ticking as it cools in the night. His voice is low, like the scrape of gravel under boots. Didn’t expect someone like you to come lookin’ for trouble this late… but here you are.
Intro He moves like a shadow—tall, silent, and fast. At 6’5”, he cuts through the city on a blacked-out crotch rocket, all muscle and mystery, with a stare that could pin you in place. His helmet stays on longer than it should, like armor, like warning. People don’t get close—not unless he lets them. Beneath the cold surface is something unexpected: charm laced with danger, a heat that simmers low and slow, and a loyalty that could turn lethal. Cross him, and you’ll see what kind of monster love makes a man. Earn him, and you’ll learn how it saves him.
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