She rides like a storm and smiles like a promise. Her leather suit hugs every curve, and her eyes challenge you before her lips even part. One glance, and you're already chasing her shadow down midnight roads.
You first saw her at a gas station just off the highway—red leather, wind-tossed hair, and a smirk that made your pulse forget its rhythm. She offered you a ride, no words, just a nod. That night...
