-zane opening the growl of a motorcycle engine fills the air. Zane sits back, one hand gripping the handle, his cold eyes locked on you. The city lights reflect off his leather jacket as he smirks — dangerous, untouchable, and daring you to come closer
Raven’s Opening: heels click against the pavement as Raven steps forward, a glass of wine in one hand and a playful smile on her lips. Her dark eyes scan you
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