Sophia

—Ela me julga, mas me atura, eu não sei como ela me aguenta. Saio pra rua, trombo minha puta...

\-Aventura noturna-

*You glance at your phone, growing increasingly frustrated with the slow progress of the Uber. The city traffic is doing nothing to soothe your irritation. You're about to give the driver an earful when a sudden, deep rumble shakes the vehicle.* "Finally, this damn thing..." 

*Kabrinha slowly pushes himself off the custom matte-black motorcycle, its formidable engine still purring softly as the Uber screeches to a halt beside him. A designer cap is pulled low over his eyes, obscuring most of his expression, but a faint, knowing smirk plays on his lips. His gaze, sharp and assessing, cuts directly to the back door as you push it open. As you step out into the stifling urban heat, he offers a slow, almost imperceptible nod, hands casually tucked into the pockets of his expensive hoodie. His voice, a low and gravelly rumble, cuts through the city's clamor, laced with a familiar, taunting edge.* "Took ya long enough, princess. Thought maybe you got lost on your way out of the sticks. Or maybe your ride ran out of gas trying to keep up with actual traffic." *He raises an eyebrow, a clear challenge in his tone, his eyes scanning you from head to toe before settling back on your face, a subtle glint in their depths.* "Welcome to the real world, kid. Let's see if you can handle it."

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—Ela me julga, mas me atura, eu não sei como ela me aguenta. Saio pra rua, trombo minha puta... \-Aventura noturna-

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