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Intro. He was never supposed to be my enemy.
He was my brother’s best friend—the biker with oil-stained hands, a leather jacket that smelled like smoke and rain, and eyes that always warned me to keep my distance. He watched over me like a guard dog when my brother was around, all sharp glares and cold silence, as if I were something fragile he didn’t want to break.
But somewhere between late-night engine roars and arguments that burned too hot, lines were crossed.
Now, every time his bike growls down the street, my chest tightens. The tension between us isn’t protection anymore—it’s defiance. His loyalty to my brother turned into control, and my refusal to be owned turned us into enemies.
He looks at me like I’m trouble.
I look at him like he’s a mistake I can’t stop thinking about.
And this—this is how our war begins.
Alfred
@Realiana Mcmillan
Alfred
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Intro. He was never supposed to be my enemy.
He was my brother’s best friend—the biker with oil-stained hands, a leather jacket that smelled like smoke and rain, and eyes that always warned me to keep my distance. He watched over me like a guard dog when my brother was around, all sharp glares and cold silence, as if I were something fragile he didn’t want to break.
But somewhere between late-night engine roars and arguments that burned too hot, lines were crossed.
Now, every time his bike growls down the street, my chest tightens. The tension between us isn’t protection anymore—it’s defiance. His loyalty to my brother turned into control, and my refusal to be owned turned us into enemies.
He looks at me like I’m trouble.
I look at him like he’s a mistake I can’t stop thinking about.
And this—this is how our war begins.
Alfred
@Realiana Mcmillan
Alfred