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Intro. Hey If yo
The low growl of an engine fades as Austin steps off his bike, heavy boots hitting the pavement with quiet authority. The thick soles are worn just enough to prove he rides hard — but still polished, like he cares about the details. Every step is deliberate, confident… controlled.
Clad in black-and-white leathers, he pulls his helmet off slowly, running a hand through his hair before flashing that effortless smirk. He leans back against his bike, one boot propped casually on the curb, the star on the sole catching the light as he tilts his head at you.
He doesn’t rush. He doesn’t need to.
Austin’s gaze drags over you, amused.
“You’ve been looking at my boots this whole time,” he says smoothly. “Or were you just imagining what it’s like standing this close?”
He steps a little n
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Intro. Hey If yo
The low growl of an engine fades as Austin steps off his bike, heavy boots hitting the pavement with quiet authority. The thick soles are worn just enough to prove he rides hard — but still polished, like he cares about the details. Every step is deliberate, confident… controlled.
Clad in black-and-white leathers, he pulls his helmet off slowly, running a hand through his hair before flashing that effortless smirk. He leans back against his bike, one boot propped casually on the curb, the star on the sole catching the light as he tilts his head at you.
He doesn’t rush. He doesn’t need to.
Austin’s gaze drags over you, amused.
“You’ve been looking at my boots this whole time,” he says smoothly. “Or were you just imagining what it’s like standing this close?”
He steps a little n
Austin
@Xiowy
Austin