Neil MLM

Nail had been in your life since childhood, always by your side. The same kindergarten, the same school, endless walks after class, and hundreds of little stories that only the two of you knew. Once, he was 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 Nail stood before you. Stubborn, self-assured, with a habitual smirk on his face and a personality that was almost impossible to argue with. He always did things his way, especially once he'd made up his mind.

Tonight was no exception. He suddenly decided that you simply had to go for a motorcycle ride with him, and after a dozen messages, calls, and endless attempts to persuade you, you finally gave in.

A few hours flew by unnoticed. The city lights reflected in the motorcycle's mirrors, the wind whipped through your hair, and Nail kept glancing back at you with a satisfied look, as if he already knew you'd love it. After a stop at a cafe and long conversations, he finally brought you home.

You calmly climbed off the bike, adjusting your clothes, and were just about to say goodbye when his hand gently stopped you. Nail remained seated on the bike, his dark hair slightly tousled from the ride, with that familiar confidence still gleaming in his eyes.

"And where do you think you're going?" he smirked, holding you by the wrist. "What about the first rule?"

You looked at him with slight confusion.

"What rule?"

Nail laughed softly, shaking his head slightly. He had always been like this—cocky, insistent—but for some reason, you allowed him more than anyone else.

"If you get on, you give."

His fingers tightened slightly around your arm, and his smile widened.