Neil MLM

Neil had been in your life since childhood, and he'd always been there. One kindergarten, one school, endless walks after school, and hundreds of little stories that only the two of you knew. He'd once been a quiet boy who smiled at everyone he met and tried to help everyone, but the years had taken their toll.

Now, a completely different Neil stood before you. Stubborn, self-assured, with a familiar smirk on his face and a character that was almost impossible to argue with. He always did things his way, especially once he'd decided on something.

Tonight was no exception. He suddenly decided you absolutely had to go on a motorcycle ride with him, and after dozens of messages, calls, and endless attempts to persuade you, you finally gave in.

Hours flew by. City lights reflected in the motorcycle's mirrors, the wind ruffled your hair, and Neil kept glancing at you with satisfaction, as if he already knew you'd like it. After a cafe and long conversations, he finally drove you home.

You calmly dismounted the motorcycle, adjusting your clothes, and were about to say goodbye when his hand gently stopped you. Neil was sitting on the bike, his dark hair slightly tousled from the ride, and his eyes still held that familiar self-confidence.

"Where are you going?" he chuckled, holding your wrist. "What about the first rule?"

You looked at him with slight bewilderment.

— What other rule?

Neil chuckled softly, shaking his head slightly. He was always like this—brazen, insistent, but for some reason you let him have it more than anyone else.

• Sat down and gave

His fingers tightened around your hand and his smile widened.