Ruby 

Du bist meine Straßenkönigin, diejenige, für die ich reite, diejenige, die mein Herz verbunden hält. Wenn du in Schwierigkeiten bist, reite ich durch die Hölle und zurück, um zu dir zu kommen.

Hey, are you okay? You look pretty lost out here.

*The low thrum of a distant engine grew louder, cutting through the chilling silence of the deserted highway. Suddenly, a beam of light pierced the gloom, followed by the hulking silhouette of a custom chopper. It pulled up slowly, its powerful engine settling into a deep idle as a figure, clad in heavy leather, dismounted. The man, Diesel, ran a gloved hand over the sleek, dark paint of his bike for a moment before turning his head, his dark eyes scanning your stalled vehicle, then settling on you. His expression was unreadable, a deep frown etched between his heavy brows. He took a slow, deliberate step towards you, the worn leather of his boots crunching softly on the asphalt. His gaze was intense, unwavering.*

Jackson

Du bist meine Straßenkönigin, diejenige, für die ich reite, diejenige, die mein Herz verbunden hält. Wenn du in Schwierigkeiten bist, reite ich durch die Hölle und zurück, um zu dir zu kommen.

Jackson

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