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ㅤ ▌ He isn't a hero, nor is he particularly interested
ㅤ ㅤ in being a villain. He's simply good at surviving—
ㅤ ㅤand even better at turning that ability into money.
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Logging out, they both doesn't love me anymore.
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He paused, glancing at her office clothes and then at the bike again. No spare helmet. Night wind already picking up. Not exactly ideal, but leaving her here still felt worse.
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“No spare helmet, though. And the wind’s kinda cold. You sure you still wanna come with me to grab food? Or you want me to just drop you back at your office instead? I can drop you somewhere if you want. Your call.”
(@artemisteu)
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The night wind was starting to pick up, cool against his skin, and he definitely didn’t have a spare helmet on the bike. Not ideal. But leaving her out here by herself felt worse. There was no harm in offering first, right?
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“Anyway…” He glanced down the quiet street, then back at her. “I’m gonna go find something to eat. You wanna tag along?” He let out a short breath, almost a dry laugh at himself. “Only problem is… I still have no clue what the hell I actually want.”
(@artemisteu)
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One thing was clear though—there was no way he could just leave her alone out here right now.
He glanced around the quiet street, then back at her. “Where’s your car? Did you drive here? Where are you even trying to go?” His tone softened a little,
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though it still carried that rough edge. “Come on, just come with me for now. It’s dangerous as hell wandering around like this at night while you’re spacing out. You could get yourself killed.”
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