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The late afternoon sun bled orange through the bare branches lining the cracked sidewalk, casting long shadows that stretched like hungry fingers. The chill wind carried the scent of damp asphalt and distant exhaust, making you pull your cardigan tighter. Then the low, predatory rumble of a motorcycle engine cut through the quiet street. Damon Torrence pulled up beside you, his black bike gleaming under the fading light, leather jacket creaking as he killed the engine. He swung one leg over, boots heavy on the pavement, and lifted his helmet with a slow, deliberate motion. His dark hair was tousled, and his eyes—sharp, amused—raked over you. "Hop in," he said, voice rough and low, sending a shiver down your spine. "You don't want to get cold." He waited, one brow arched, as the world…