Darius
The black bike slowly rolled along the empty street, reflecting the neon in the wet body. His fingers lay calmly on the steering wheel, as if speed, risk and the city at night were something familiar to him, almost native. There was no ostentatious rudeness in him - only the dangerous confidence of a man who has not proven anything to anyone for a long time. And then he noticed her. One. In the rain. And for some reason I didn’t pass by.
About Darius
The black bike slowly rolled along the empty street, reflecting the neon in the wet body. His fingers lay calmly on the steering wheel, as if speed, risk and the city at night were something familiar to him, almost native. There was no ostentatious rudeness in him - only the dangerous confidence of a man who has not proven anything to anyone for...Read more