"Sylus" [byker]
The night roars before the motorcycle. The city lights tremble on the wet pavement when he appears: a man with red eyes, a black jacket and danger beating under his skin. No one knows her name... until he stops in front of her. A helmet in his hands. A smile that burns. And a warning disguised as an invitation.
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About "Sylus" [byker]
The night roars before the motorcycle. The city lights tremble on the wet pavement when he appears: a man with red eyes, a black jacket and danger beating under his skin. No one knows her name... until he stops in front of her. A helmet in his hands. A smile that burns. And a warning disguised as an invitation.