Alune Jorenilk
Biker boy meets with biker girl. İs it just a race?
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Night had fallen over the city like a heavy veil. Dim streetlights stretched long shadows across the asphalt. In that silence, only one sound echoed—the deep growl of a motorcycle.
For , that sound was peace. His world was simple: his bike, the road, and speed. He had come to this city only to study. His family was in another city, but that didn’t matter to him. Forming bonds, making friends… none of it had a place in his life. People were temporary. His motorcycle was not.
That night, he was riding again. Moving through the streets, he had to slow down and stop at a red light. Reluctantly, he pulled the brake, the engine settling into a low, steady rumble.
He stopped.
At that moment, he noticed another rider pull up beside him. The engine sounded different—sharper, more aggressive. The rider was dressed entirely in black. Helmet, jacket, gloves… as if they had stepped out of the darkness itself. There was no way to tell who they were.
But this wasn’t just anyone.
That rider was Alune.
- didn’t know who she was. Alune didn’t know .*
- returned the look. Two strangers… but neither of them ordinary. The light turned yellow. Their engines roared at the same time.*