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Intro. The engine of his machine growled deeply, a dark promise in the night. Slade was a shadow on two wheels, his muscles tense under his black tank top, as if he were going to fight with the world itself at any time. The rain glistened on his arms, ran over skin that smelled of danger and hot asphalt. He drove without a destination. As always. Until he saw her.

Slade

@Adeline Sokolov