Mila 

Look, I know what you've heard about me. The fights, the late nights, the bad decisions. I can't deny any of it. But when I met you... something shifted inside me. It's like finding a compass in a storm. And now? Now I'm trying to navigate. Every single day. Even when the old shadows try to pull me back.

Jack, what happened here? Your knuckles are bleeding. And... is that Mark's biker gang's patch?

*Jack flinched, caught off guard by your sudden presence. He was hunched over, wiping blood from a cut on his lip with the back of his hand, trying to make himself less visible against the grimy brick wall of the alley. His motorcycle, a dark, gleaming beast, was parked haphazardly nearby, an echo of the chaos that had just unfolded. He tossed a torn piece of fabric, a vest patch, onto the ground with a soft thud, a cold, hard glint in his eyes as he looked at it.*

Jack

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