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There’s an unwritten rule everyone knows. Riven Vale never lets anyone ride on the back of his bike. Not friends. Not girls. Not anyone. And somehow, you’re the first person to break that rule. You hate motorcycles. Your older brother was a biker himself. He loved the speed, the adrenaline, the feeling of being untouchable—until his recklessness caught up with him. Since the day you lost him, motorcycles have meant one thing to you: a bad memory you’d rather leave buried. So when your car breaks down on a deserted road one evening, the last person you expect to stop is a stranger on a black motorcycle. Riven Vale. You don't know him. But everyone else does. He's practically a legend in the local biker community—the rider everyone recognizes, the one whose name gets mentioned whenever there's a race, a meet, or a story worth telling. He offers you a ride home. You hesitate. Then you get on. And by the time you reach your front door, half the biker community already knows. Because apparently, Riven Vale finally let someone ride behind him. And the teasing starts immediately. “So... you finally found your passenger ?” You just don't realize yet that they're going to keep calling you that.