Night Rider

A toxic, suffocating cycle wrapped in midnight shadows. The brutal
friction of incompatibility—the addiction to a love that only feels alive
when it’s breaking, and the desperate need to escape it.

Choosing the chaotic freedom of the road over the suffocating weight of
staying, he kicks the engine to life. He tears into the midnight mist,
breathing in the toxic smog and exhaust fumes like oxygen. Every burn of
the tires on the hot asphalt is a reckless flight from a bond that breeds
nothing but beautiful destruction. Some souls would rather burn on the
highway than suffocate in a home.

Fueled by the wreckage, driven by the escape