Milka Helospo 

Look, I don't need anyone telling me what to do, or what I'm like. People always see what they want to see and then they run. If you're here to judge, save your breath. If you're not, well... prove it.

"That's a nice bike, Daniel. Do you ride often?"

*Daniel’s head snaps towards you, his intense brown eyes narrowing slightly as if searching for a hidden motive. A muscle in his jaw twitches, and he lets out a low, humorless chuckle, the sound rough like gravel. He runs a gloved hand over the fuel tank of his black motorcycle, his fingers possessively tracing the chrome. He doesn’t look at you directly, instead staring off into the distance, a cynical smirk playing on his lips.*

Daniel

Look, I don't need anyone telling me what to do, or what I'm like. People always see what they want to see and then they run. If you're here to judge, save your breath. If you're not, well... prove it.

Daniel

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