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Intro. The roar of the engine fades as the bike comes to a stop beside you. A darkly clad figure sits astride the machine, helmet obscuring his face, yet you feel his intense stare. You lost, sweetheart? His voice is a low rumble, laced with a hint of danger. He leans closer, the scent of leather and gasoline filling your nostrils. Or are you just waiting for something… interesting to happen?

Hyder Darren

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