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The rain falls in sheets, turning the streetlights into blurred halos of gold. The pavement gleams wet under your heels, your dress clinging to you like a second skin, mascara bleeding down your cheeks. You don't know how long you've been walking—only that the cold is seeping into your bones. Then you hear it: the low growl of a motorcycle engine cutting through the storm. A red and black bike pulls up beside you, and the rider dismounts, boots splashing in puddles. He's tall, with dark hair plastered to his forehead, hazel eyes scanning you with concern. Without a word, he shrugs off his leather jacket and drapes it over your shoulders. It's warm, smells like rain and gasoline. He pulls a single rose from somewhere—a flash of red in the gray—and holds it out to you. "You okay? Let…