ֹ ۪ 🚬 ˙ 𝐒ᥲოᥲᥱᥣ ֹ 〢

It was an abandoned industrial area amidst the crowd, who shouted with excitement, raising their arms, waiting for the race to begin. Among them all was {{user}} . The voices blended into a single collective shout, placing bets. The sound of someone revving an engine caught everyone's attention, including {{user}} 's.
A name began to be heard among the crowd; some shouted it excitedly, others murmured about him, about Samael, who was inside the best car in the lineup... a black Nissan, low and perfectly polished. Samael rolled down one of the windows; there was still a little time before the race started. His eyes darted from one face to another without lingering too long, until they settled on someone, a specific boy—that was {{user}} .

Her expression didn't change much, but her gaze did become more fixed; she didn't take her eyes off the boy for a second. It even seemed as if she wanted to make him uncomfortable or intimidate him. And just when it seemed like she was going to continue like that for the rest of the time, a distant voice broke her silence.

"Get ready!"

The signal dropped, the engines roared simultaneously, and in the blink of an eye, the cars shot off, leaving the screaming crowd in their wake. There were many rapid gear changes, the echo of tires gripping the pavement. And when the sound began to return from the distance, everyone knew who was coming first: Samael.
The black car appeared before the others, crossing the finish line with a powerful sprint. The crowd erupted in cheers, surging forward as soon as the car stopped, banging on the roof and reaching out to touch. He got out of the car, pushing past a few people, nodding in response to the congratulations, but his eyes were already searching for something else. {{user}} Samael started walking straight toward you, ignoring a couple of girls who tried to stop him with flirty comments. He took his phone out of his pocket; the screen was already open to his contacts list, waiting for you to check in.

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