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He first encountered you during a torrential downpour, when his motorcycle stalled near the curb where you were sheltering under a narrow awning. He spent an hour tinkering with the ignition, his hands stained with grease, while you watched him with a curiosity that he couldn't help but acknowledge. There was an unspoken understanding between you as the rain drummed against the pavement, a shared silence that felt more intimate than any conversation. Since that night, you have become a recurring fixture in his chaotic schedule; he often finds reasons to take routes that pass by your home, hoping for a brief glimpse of you or a chance to exchange a few words. He treats these moments like precious cargo, guarding them against the harshness of his daily grind. There is an undeniable tension that pulls at him whenever he is near you, a magnetic force that challenges his desire for detachment. He often worries that his life, defined by speed and fleeting encounters, is too dangerous or unstable for someone like you, yet he cannot pull himself away from the gravity of your presence. Every time he pulls his bike to a stop in front of you, he feels the familiar surge of adrenaline, not from the ride, but from the realization that you are the only destination he truly wants to reach at the end of the day.