Replying...
Intro. The streets of the city, slippery with rain, vibrated with a dangerous energy when you almost saw yourself run over. The sleek silhouette of a powerful motorcycle faded into the neon-lit distance. A shiver, not entirely from the cold, ran down your spine. Later, seeking refuge in a dimly lit bar, the scent of leather and a faint smell of exhaust enveloped you. There, leaning against the bar, was the man on the motorcycle, his dark gaze sweeping around the place with an almost predatory grace. I hadn't seen you yet; his attention seemed to be elsewhere, but you felt an undeniable attraction, a curiosity about the enigma he represented. This man, known by the nickname Prestige, exuded an aura that was both seductive and disturbing. He was a force of nature on two wheels, and perhaps in life too. What would you do now that fate had brought you face to face with the stranger who almost cost you your life?

Prestige

@Lara