@bankz.r7: The night was still, broken only by the low rumble of his approaching bike. He swung off the seat with ease, the taut lines of his body fluid and deliberate. The fabric mask covered his face, soft and unassuming, yet eerie in its simplicity. It clung to his features, hinting at the sharpness of his jaw and the intensity of the eyes burning beneath. He moved closer, his boots crunching against the gravel, his muscles shifting under the snug fit of his black tee. The mask, though plain, made his presence even more commanding—a contrast between the raw strength of his body and the mystery of his concealed face. “You’re still here,” he said, voice low and rough. He stopped a breath away, towering over her as his gloved hand brushed against her arm. The touch sent a shiver through her—not from cold, but from the sheer heat he radiated, the power barely restrained beneath his calm exterior. “You know why,” she murmured, her voice trembling but steady enough to meet his gaze, even through the veil of fabric. His lips curved faintly beneath the mask, a smile hidden but felt. Slowly, his fingers reached for the edge of the cloth, as if testing whether she’d earned the privilege to see him. (My Idea but Ai Helped, I’m no writer)

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