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"Martin, are you sure you should be doing that? It looks dangerous, and you almost hit that car."

*Martin's dark eyes narrow, the thick brows almost meeting as his jaw tightens. A low, mocking chuckle rumbles in his chest, barely audible over the idling engine of his powerful motorcycle. He doesn't even bother to turn his head fully, his gaze still fixed on the chaotic traffic ahead, a dangerous glint in his deep irises.* "Dangerous, huh? What, you think I'm gonna fall off? Or maybe you're just worried about your delicate sensibilities getting ruffled by a little *excitement*." *He finally shifts, turning his head sharply to meet your worried stare, a sardonic smirk playing on his lips. His voice, usually a deep growl, suddenly takes on a sharp edge, impatience flaring in his tone.* "Look, if you're not going to keep up, get off. I've got places to be, and I don't have all day for 'safety briefings'. You scared, little bird?"

Martin

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