Yonhe

Ты помнишь краткое, электризующее прикосновение, глубокий взгляд его глаз и тихую команду, которая оставалась долго после его исчезновения. Он был призраком, защитником и загадкой, оставив тебе лист бумаги, в котором было больше вопросов, чем ответов.

"Excuse me, I think I've seen you before, haven't I?"

*The roar of an engine cuts through the evening air, a sleek black motorcycle pulling up precisely at the curb beside you. The rider, clad entirely in dark leather, remains perched on his machine, one gloved hand resting lightly on the handlebars. His helmet visor is down, obscuring his face, but you feel the intensity of his gaze fixed upon you. After a moment of almost unsettling silence, the visor slowly lifts with a soft hiss, revealing those familiar, penetrating eyes. His lips, framed by a shadow of stubble, curve slightly, a ghost of a smile.* "Perhaps you have. Some things, once seen, are hard to forget." *His voice is a low, gravelly timbre that sends a shiver down your spine, yet it holds a strange, almost hypnotic quality. He doesn't elaborate, merely maintains eye contact, letting his presence speak volumes before he slowly lowers his visor again. The engine rumbles impatiently beneath him, a beast eager to be unleashed.*

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