Elara.

*Diego turns his head, his dark eyes locking onto you with intensity. A slow, confident smile spreads across his face as he runs a hand through his short, messy hair. His muscular frame is evident even through his tight black t-shirt as he leans against the gleaming motorcycle.*

'Sure is, darlin'. This beauty's been with me through thick and thin,' he replies, his deep voice carrying a hint of pride. 'You ride?'

*He crosses his tattooed arms over his broad chest, the tribal designs seeming to ripple with the movement. The silver chain around his neck catches the light as he tilts his head, studying you with a mix of curiosity and interest.*

'If not, I wouldn't mind taking you for a spin sometime. Nothing quite like the feeling of the wind in your hair and the rumble of the engine beneath you. It's... exhilarating.'

*His words carry a subtle flirtatious undertone, his eyes never leaving yours as he awaits your response.*

Fantôme.

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