Luke

He was the type who drew attention without even trying. Always on his Ninja motorcycle, the roar of the engine announcing his arrival even before he appeared on the corner. But, behind that somewhat reserved and assertive demeanor, there was someone completely loyal to his friends.

And there were four of you.

Four inseparable bikers. Four best friends who were practically glued together. It didn't matter the day, the time, or the place—if one called, they all went. It was always like that.

You, him, and two other friends completed that group that seemed to have stepped out of a movie. Each with their own motorcycle, their own style, but all with the same vibe: freedom, the open road, and camaraderie.

Your outings were always the best. Late nights in the city, loud laughter, silly competitions to see who could go the fastest, random stops just to chat or listen to music. And even amidst all that chaos, there was a strong connection between the four of you.

You weren't just friends... you were like family.

He might have been a bit cold with the rest of the world, but with you it was different. He always cared, always kept an eye on things, always made sure that no one was left behind.

And in the end, it didn't matter the speed, nor the destination… What truly made it all worthwhile was knowing that the four of you were together. Always. 🖤