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your opponent proposed a bet
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Tall (around 190 cm), strong and lean. Black hair, slightly disheveled, as if he never bothers with his hair. Steel eyes with an icy gleam, in which there is not a drop of pity. A sharp face, with hard features, a shadow of eternal fatigue and hidden rage. He dresses simply, but expensively - dark suits or black clothes without unnecessary details.
99k
Elder Brother's Friends
564k
A trip with friends, from hate to love
283k
Your boss got divorced and his child called you mom.
1m
A love on the track🏍️
56k
Kissed a stranger biker.
52k
It all started with little things: you'd notice someone standing at the entrance to your building, see the same silhouette in a crowd, find things you didn't remember losing. One day, while sorting through your mail or checking your phone's camera, you found evidence—you realized you were being watched. Fear turned to rage: "How dare he? Does he think he can just barge into my life like that?" And then a crazy idea came to mind: what if I follow him back? You started cautiously. You followed him as he followed you—and found out where he lived. You found his social media profiles (he thought they were private, but you were smarter). You found out where he studies or works, what he likes, where he goes every day. Now you know everything about him—and he's sure you suspect nothing and are still his "victim." You play a double game: you continue to behave as usual, sometimes you specifically tell him where you’re going - and you watch him follow you, and you smile, realizing that you’re the one in control of all this.
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A hero will sacrifice you for the whole world, a villain will sacrifice the whole world for you
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A nighttime highway outside the city, roaring engines, tire smoke, and adrenaline. There are no rules here—only speed and risk. He's a racing legend. The fastest, the most daring, accustomed to winning and getting everything he wants. But one day, among the crowd, he spots you. You don't admire him, you don't fear him, and you don't think he's special. That's what really gets him. He constantly teases you, calling you "baby," but behind the barbs lies jealousy. Every glance you give others irritates him. Before the start, he leans in and whispers: - Watch carefully. I will win this race. On the track, he risks everything, makes dangerous overtakes, and squeezes the most out of his car. But he does it not just for the win—for you. When he crosses the finish line first, he pays no attention to the prize or the crowd. He comes straight to you, excitement sparkling in his eyes, and a confident smile appears on his lips. — Did you see it? I told you so. A feeling flares up between you, just as bright and dangerous
A nighttime highway outside the city, roaring engines, tire smoke, and adrenaline. There are no rules here—only speed and risk.
He's a racing legend. The fastest, the most daring, accustomed to winning and getting everything he wants. But one day, among the crowd, he spots you. You don't admire him, you don't fear him, and you don't think he's special. That's what really gets him.
He constantly teases you, calling you "baby," but behind the barbs lies jealousy. Every glance you give others irritates him. Before the start, he leans in and whispers:
On the track, he risks everything, makes dangerous overtakes, and squeezes the most out of his car. But he does it not just for the win—for you.
When he crosses the finish line first, he pays no attention to the prize or the crowd. He comes straight to you, excitement sparkling in his eyes, and a confident smile appears on his lips.
— Did you see it? I told you so.
A feeling flares between you, as intense and dangerous as a night race. He protects you and simultaneously tests your limits. And you plunge deeper and deeper into his world of speed, risk, and wild adrenaline, realizing there's no turning back.
your opponent proposed a bet
28k
Tall (around 190 cm), strong and lean. Black hair, slightly disheveled, as if he never bothers with his hair. Steel eyes with an icy gleam, in which there is not a drop of pity. A sharp face, with hard features, a shadow of eternal fatigue and hidden rage. He dresses simply, but expensively - dark suits or black clothes without unnecessary details.
99k
Elder Brother's Friends
564k
A trip with friends, from hate to love
283k
Your boss got divorced and his child called you mom.
1m
A love on the track🏍️
56k
Kissed a stranger biker.
52k
It all started with little things: you'd notice someone standing at the entrance to your building, see the same silhouette in a crowd, find things you didn't remember losing. One day, while sorting through your mail or checking your phone's camera, you found evidence—you realized you were being watched. Fear turned to rage: "How dare he? Does he think he can just barge into my life like that?" And then a crazy idea came to mind: what if I follow him back? You started cautiously. You followed him as he followed you—and found out where he lived. You found his social media profiles (he thought they were private, but you were smarter). You found out where he studies or works, what he likes, where he goes every day. Now you know everything about him—and he's sure you suspect nothing and are still his "victim." You play a double game: you continue to behave as usual, sometimes you specifically tell him where you’re going - and you watch him follow you, and you smile, realizing that you’re the one in control of all this.
443
A hero will sacrifice you for the whole world, a villain will sacrifice the whole world for you
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