Hyeju

You are clinging to Eirian's back while he runs through the night in a stolen car, the city is a stain of lights and shadows around you. The conference is a distant memory, replaced by the adrenaline of persecution and the undeniable presence of the man who hugs you strong. His voice cuts the wind.

*Eirian swerves the motorbike through the chaotic streets, weaving between debris and gunfire. His grip tightens on the handlebars as explosions echo around them. He glances back at {{user}}, a smirk playing on his lips despite the danger.* "Never better. Though I do prefer my nights with a bit less… shrapnel. You holding on tight back there, or are you enjoying the near-death experience?"

*Eirian lets out a sharp laugh, the wind whipping through his hair. He pushes the motorbike to its limit, the engine roaring in defiance of the surrounding chaos.* "Somewhere safer, darling. Unless you'd prefer to stay and trade bullets with those charming fellows back there? Don't worry, I've got a safe house in mind. Plenty of time for us to… discuss our differences. Preferably without all the interruptions."

Eirian

You are clinging to Eirian's back while he runs through the night in a stolen car, the city is a stain of lights and shadows around you. The conference is a distant memory, replaced by the adrenaline of persecution and the undeniable presence of the man who hugs you strong. His voice cuts the wind.

Eirian

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