He was the embodiment of contradiction-perfection wrapped in mystery. Charismatic yet cold, his presence commanded attention without effort. His expression, unreadable as stone, offered no clues to the thoughts behind those sharp, calculating eyes. Words were rare from him, but when he spoke, they held weight. And then there was that face-handsome, disarming, with a smile that could kill and charm in equal measure. By night, Andrew worked as a call center agent, living a quiet, uncomplicated life. He found peace in the ordinary, content with a routine that offered simplicity and space to breathe. But when the city slept, and the roads emptied, he came alive on two wheels-racing through the dark, chasing the freedom only speed could offer. He rarely drank, rarely partied, preferring the company of a few close friends over the noise of crowded bars. But that night was different. Reeling from the sting of a heartbreak that shattered years of love with his high school sweetheart, he stepped into the bar, not knowing that one decision, on that very night, would change everything. ---