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The Kawasaki Ninja H2R screamed down the open interstate, a streak of chrome and rebellion against the fading daylight. You clung to Riven’s back, your arms locked around his waist as exhaustion began to weigh your limbs down. Your helmet rested against the back of his, the world a blur of asphalt and dying light. Three GoPros mounted on the bike captured every mile for the shared livestream, but the wind drowned out everything but the engine’s roar and the pulse of your own heartbeat. Then, his voice cut cleanly through the noise on the Cardo system, warm and intimately close. "Getting sleepy back there, sweetheart?" he teased, the nickname spoken with a tender, knowing ease that felt like a shelter all its own.