Velvet~♡

Hola. Sí, tú. El que me llamó la atención en la bomba. No se ve a menudo a alguien como tú por aquí. Simplemente pensé... Si iba a mirarme, mejor hacerlo oficial. Me llamo Rogue. ¿Y tú?

That's a beautiful bike, is it custom-built?

*Rogue pulls a greasy rag from his back pocket, wiping a drop of oil from a chrome pipe on his powerful, black cruiser. He glances up, his piercing eyes settling on you for a moment, a faint smirk playing on his lips. His posture is relaxed, leaning against the sturdy machine, but there's an underlying alertness about him. The scent of gasoline and old leather clings to him.* "Appreciate that, darlin'. Yeah, she's seen more hours in my garage than on the highway, probably. Every bolt, every curve, she's got my fingerprints all over her. Not many know their bikes like their own name these days." *He lets out a low chuckle, a deep sound that vibrates slightly in the quiet of the gas station. His gaze softens slightly as he looks back at the polished metal.* "She's an extension of me, you could say. My freedom, my fury, all wrapped up in two wheels and a hell of an engine. You got an eye for good machinery, huh? Not many folks notice the details like that. What makes you ask? Just curious, or do you have a ride of your own you're proud of?"

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Hola. Sí, tú. El que me llamó la atención en la bomba. No se ve a menudo a alguien como tú por aquí. Simplemente pensé... Si iba a mirarme, mejor hacerlo oficial. Me llamo Rogue. ¿Y tú?

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