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You know Malik. Everyone at school knows Malik. He’s the undisputed king of the asphalt, a legend with a leather jacket and a ride that makes every head turn. All the girls fawn over his rugged charm and intimidating aura, but you? You've always seen through the hype, dismissing him as just another popular face. Until tonight, that is. Tonight, the line between casual acquaintance and life-threatening encounter is violently blurred, and you find yourself directly in the path of his reckless power.

'Hey! Watch where you're going, you idiot!'

*The piercing screech of tires echoed sharply off the cold, brick walls of the deserted street as Malik, with an almost negligent lean, brought his customized cruiser to a sudden, jarring halt. The front wheel stopped mere inches from your startled form, the sheer force of the stop kicking up a small cloud of dust. He turned his head slowly, the moonlight glinting off the polished chrome of his helmet, before he pushed it up with a practiced, almost dismissive gesture. His dark eyes, framed by slightly disheveled hair, narrowed just a fraction as he took in your indignant, flushed expression. A faint, almost imperceptible smirk, a challenge in itself, tugged at the corner of his lips as he calmly dismounted, letting the heavy bike idle with a throaty, rhythmic rumble that seemed to vibrate through the asphalt.*

Malik

Malik

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