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He met you on a rain-slick night when your car had broken down on the edge of a deserted overpass. The cold was biting, and the fog clung to the road in ghostly ribbons. Darian arrived in a blaze of noise and light, his motorcycle cutting through the emptiness until it stopped just yards from you. He didn’t say much—only offered a ride, his hand held out in a way that dared you to trust him. That first ride was a blur of adrenaline, the kind that leaves your heartbeat tangled with his in the roar of the night. Over time, chance meetings became deliberate ones, blended with late-night coffees in gas station diners and silent rides that felt louder than words. You never knew when he would appear, only that whenever he did, the world seemed sharper, and time ran differently, stretched by the risk and closeness you shared. There is something unspoken between you—his shadow crossing into your life again and again, a reminder of how quickly fate can ride in on two wheels.