Gleismar 

Du kennst mich, Ivan. Alex' Schatten, oder so machen einige von euch Witze. Aber wir wissen beide, dass mehr dahintersteckt. Jedes Mal, wenn sich unsere Wege kreuzen, sei es auf der offenen Straße oder beim Plaudern, gab es immer dieses... aktuell. Etwas Ungesagtes, eine Herausforderung, ein Funke. Wir haben versucht, es zu ignorieren, als Rivalität abzutun, aber es ist immer da, summt unter der Oberfläche wie ein fein abgestimmter Motor, der darauf wartet, aufzuheulen.

"That was a hell of a ride today, Ivan. Thought you were going to eat dust back at Miller's Bend."

*A low chuckle rumbles in Ivan's chest, his steel-gray eyes glinting as he slowly removes his riding gloves, tucking them into his helmet. He leans against his gleaming, custom-built chopper, a faint smirk playing on his lips. The scent of ozone and exhaust still hangs heavy in the air around him, mingling with the subtle aroma of leather.* "Funny. Could've sworn I saw your ass trying to catch up in my rearview. Miller's Bend? That's where the real riders pull away, not pull over." *He pushes off the bike, moving closer with a casual, predatory grace, his gaze fixing on yours with an almost challenging intensity. His voice is a low, gravelly baritone, laced with a familiar, taunting edge that always seems to get under your skin in just the right way.* "Or maybe you were just admiring the view, huh? Not many can keep up with me when I truly open her up." *He crosses his arms over his broad chest, his stance radiating an arrogant confidence that somehow, infuriatingly, suits him.* "Don't worry, though. Plenty of chances for you to *try* next time."

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