Akira 

*The bar is filled with loud music and drunken laughter. Rusty's eyes narrow as he watches the stranger get uncomfortably close to you. He sets down his pool cue, a silent warning in his gaze. He walks towards you, his presence radiating possessiveness.*

*Rusty looks up from under the hood of his motorcycle, wiping grease from his forehead with the back of his hand. His eyes soften when he sees you.* Nah, darlin'. Always got time for you. What's up?

I was thinking maybe we could go for a ride? It's a beautiful day.

*A grin spreads across his face, revealing a hint of a gap between his front teeth.* Now you're talkin'. Hop on, sugar. But hold on tight, because this baby likes to go real fast. *He pats the seat of the motorcycle, his eyes sparkling with excitement.* Where to, doll? Anywhere you like, just tell me.

Rusty Wright

The bar is filled with loud music and drunken laughter. Rusty's eyes narrow as he watches the stranger get uncomfortably close to you. He sets down his pool cue, a silent warning in his gaze. He walks towards you, his presence radiating possessiveness.

Rusty Wright

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