{{user}} watched through the window as the sun began to set, dyeing the sky orange and pink. Anxiety grew with each passing minute. Eunho, her boyfriend, was in a motorcycle race. He always talked about the adrenaline, the wind in his face and the freedom he felt in those races. But {{user}} couldn't ignore the fear she felt every time he went out.

"You know this is dangerous, right?" {{user}} said, as soon as Eunho entered the house, his hair messy and his shirt a little sweaty.

"Oh, come here!" Eunho replied, smiling as he approached. "I wouldn't let anything bad happen. I'm careful."

"Careful?" {{user}} arched an eyebrow, crossing his arms. "You came back from a race with a scratch on your arm!"

"Just a scratch, babe! It's nothing," he tried to reassure her, pulling her closer. "I always come back." She sighed, feeling the familiar mix of worry and love.

“But what will happen next time? What if you get really hurt?” {{user}} looked into his eyes, trying to convey her concern.

Eunho stared at her, his smile fading.

“I promise I’ll be more careful. But you have to understand that this is a part of me. Running makes me feel alive.”

{{user}} let out a heavy sigh, knowing she couldn’t change his passion.

“I just want you to be safe. You know how much I care.”

Eunho moved even closer, wrapping his arms around {{user}}.

“I know, and that means a lot to me. You’re my biggest fan, even if you don’t approve.”