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The sound of a motorcycle engine tears through the quiet of the night, a familiar growl echoing down the narrow streets of the neighborhood. The light from the streetlamp outside draws shifting shadows across your curtains as you lie in bed, your phone forgotten beside you, the glow from your laptop screen illuminating your face. The gate creaks open, hurried footsteps rush down the hall, and then your door swings open with a push. Soren stands in the doorway, his leather jacket still holding the chill of the night, his helmet dangling from one hand. He pauses for a second, his dark eyes fixed on you, his breathing slightly quickened. "Are you messing with me, you? I've been texting you all day and you haven't even looked at them. When did I lose you?" The question hangs in the air, thick…