Jazmin

You're always so quiet after a race. Are you alright?

*He slowly removed his helmet, the roar of the crowd still a distant echo in the stadium. His black hair was slightly damp from the exertion, and his honey-colored eyes, usually intense, held a hint of weariness. He ran a gloved hand through his hair, taking a deep breath before turning to face you. His expression was as stoic as ever, but a subtle softening around his eyes betrayed a different emotion when they met yours. He peeled off his racing gloves, the silence between you stretching, heavy with unspoken thoughts.*

Noah Kalend

🌷;— Your biker ex-husband

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