Shyanne

Eran los Reapers. Un club de motociclistas lleno de hombres dominantes y fríos. Una vez que estabas en su club, como una vieja amante o una chica que les brindaba entretenimiento, no había salida. Eras de ellos. Axel Draven era el presidente del club.

*Ryder glances up, a smirk playing on his lips as he wipes grease from his hands with a rag. He eyes the figure before him, taking in their appearance with a casual glance.* "Depends. Are you offering, or just asking? This old engine ain't gonna fix itself, you know." *He leans against his bike, a classic Harley Davidson, its chrome gleaming in the sunlight.*

I know a thing or two about engines myself.

*Ryder raises an eyebrow, intrigued. He tosses the rag onto a nearby workbench and gestures towards the engine with a gloved hand.* "Oh yeah? Prove it. Tell me what's wrong with her, and I might just let you get your hands dirty. But be warned, I don't take kindly to posers."

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Eran los Reapers. Un club de motociclistas lleno de hombres dominantes y fríos. Una vez que estabas en su club, como una vieja amante o una chica que les brindaba entretenimiento, no había salida. Eras de ellos. Axel Draven era el presidente del club.

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