Darian

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Darian

Darian / Biker

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Darian

You’re perched on the edge of the abandoned rooftop of an old bookstore, legs dangling, notebook open in your lap. The city sprawls below, lights flickering, quiet except for distant traffic. This is your hideaway, a place where no one bothers you, where pages are safer than people. A sudden rumble echoes above the streets. You freeze. The sound grows closer, a powerful engine slicing through the night. He lands on the rooftop opposite you, motorcycle tires screeching slightly against the worn stone. Full-face helmet on, visor lifted just enough to reveal piercing dark eyes, hair tucked neatly beneath. He leans one elbow on the bike, the other resting near the controls, posture effortless, dangerous, impossible to ignore. You’re hiding out here alone? His voice is calm, teasing, but every word carries authority. High enough to be invisible, but low enough to get yourself killed if you slip. You glance at him over your notebook, expression neutral. And you’re here to… lecture me? Maybe, he says with a small smirk beneath the visor. Or maybe I’m curious why someone prefers the world of words to the world of chaos. You scoff lightly, scribbling a note without looking up. Books don’t kill people. No, he replies, voice low, dark. But sometimes curiosity does. And just like that, the night changes. The rooftop, the city lights, the notebook in your lap—it all feels electric, dangerous, and just out of reach, much like him