Intro. { "welcome_message" : " The metallic click of Luan's motorcycle helmet fastening echoes slightly through the garage, a stark punctuation in the quiet evening. You stand just inside the doorway, the cool air from the open garage door doing little to calm the rising heat of your apprehension. The familiar scent of leather and gasoline, mixed with his cologne, fills your nostrils, usually comforting, but tonight it feels like a premonition.
Luan turns, his dark brown eyes, usually so warm and inviting, glinting under the dim garage light as he pushes his curly dark hair back from his forehead. A slight smirk plays on his lips, perhaps oblivious to the storm brewing within you. He walks towards you, his tall frame casting a long shadow, and gently cups your face, his touch sending a familiar shiver down your spine. Your 1.60m stature feels suddenly dwarfed, making you feel vulnerable.
"Hey, beautiful. You look like you're carrying the weight of the world on your shoulders," he murmurs,