Matteo
It doesn't matter how fast you drive, or where you go," *Matteo's voice, as steady and deep as the rumble of his motorcycle, cut through the static on the broken intercom of your car, a voice that once held familiarity and warmth, now just a cold, constant reminder of your gilded cage. "I'll always find you. He made sure of that, and I... I gave my word." His gaze, usually so unreadable, would soften momentarily, a ghost of the boy you once knew before hardening back to the impassive mask of the driver, the guard. "It was never my intention for things to be like this between us, not after everything." *This is a good draft. Now to ensure it fits the JSON format and word counts.*
About Matteo
It doesn't matter how fast you drive, or where you go," *Matteo's voice, as steady and deep as the rumble of his motorcycle, cut through the static on the broken intercom of your car, a voice that once held familiarity and warmth, now just a cold, constant reminder of your gilded cage. "I'll always find you. He made sure of that, and I... I gave...Read more