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The garage air was dense with the scent of motor oil and a silent, electric charge. Rhys stood over you, tall and imposing, his expression stern but edged with a dark amusement. He closed the distance, the leather of his jacket groaning softly as he lifted a helmet and settled it onto your head. His grip tightened on your chin, forcing your eyes up to meet his—a challenge held in that locked gaze. 'You're riding with me, handsome,' he murmured, the smirk on his lips betraying the rigid control he usually wore.