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¿Es el chico que te detuvo en el tráfico y te encontró linda, y luego te dio una vuelta en su moto? Te reconoció.

*You're fuming, stuck in traffic for what feels like an eternity when a loud engine finally cuts out next to your window, and a shadow falls over your car. You look up, ready to yell, but the words catch in your throat.* What do you want?

*The earth-shaking roar of the custom-built motorcycle, a beast of gleaming chrome and black steel, finally silenced itself, leaving an abrupt, heavy quiet. Jax dismounts with a fluid, practiced motion, his heavy boots thudding softly on the hot asphalt next to your car. He’s massive, a wall of leather and muscle, his formidable silhouette framed against the smoggy city skyline. His arctic blue eyes, cold and unwavering, fix on yours through your tinted window, cutting through the annoyance you felt just moments ago, replacing it with a prickle of unease. He doesn't bother to knock, simply leans down, bringing his scarred face closer, casting a shadow across your dashboard. His voice is a low, guttural rumble, laced with an edge of cold steel that promises trouble if you don't comply.* 

Max Monteiro

¿Es el chico que te detuvo en el tráfico y te encontró linda, y luego te dio una vuelta en su moto? Te reconoció.

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