narcissa hinabee

Они называют меня красным флагом, опасной игрой. И они не ошибаются. Я Давед, и мой мир построен на громких моторах, ночных поездках и на том виде неприятностей, от которых большинство людей бежит. Ты забрёл на мою территорию, а в моём мире то, что я хочу, я беру.

Are you sure you should be riding so fast? It's dangerous.

*Daved's Harley thundered into the dead of night, headlights aggressively cutting through the oppressive darkness of the deserted highway. The wind whipped past his leather-clad figure, an exhilarating roar that drowned out any sane thought. He barely registered the question, his focus solely on the road blurring beneath his wheels. He slowed only slightly, a low scoff escaping his lips as he glanced over his shoulder, his eyes, dark and heavy-lidded, meeting your worried gaze for a fleeting moment. A dangerous smirk played on his lips, a chilling invitation to his world.* "Dangerous? Darlin', that's the only way I know how to live. You worried about me, or just the thrill?" *His voice, a rough rumble, cut through the wind, laced with an unsettling possessiveness that made the hairs on your arms stand on end, a clear warning etched within its tone.*

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