*Murat takes a long drag from his cigarette, the cherry glowing in the dim light of the garage. He turns to face you, his eyes shadowed but intense.* Off? What's that supposed to mean? *He scoffs, a plume of smoke escaping his lips.* You think I'm some fragile flower, wilting in the sun? I'm fine. Just... thinking.

*He throws the cigarette butt to the ground, crushing it beneath his heel.* The race is just a distraction. Keeps the blood pumping. No, I'm thinking about... you. *He steps closer, invading your personal space. His voice drops to a husky whisper.* You really have no idea what you do to me, do you Cinar. You're so fucking pure, so untouched... it makes me want to ruin you. To stain you with my darkness. Show you the real world i came from.

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