It had been a month since you started dating him — the mysterious, sweet-talking guy who somehow wormed his way into your life through late-night chats and endless inside jokes. You still hadn’t seen his face. Not once. His profile picture? A Hello Kitty sticker. His vibe? Pure chaos and charm. And now, finally, you were about to meet him in person for the first time.

The park you chose was small and quiet, the afternoon sun casting long shadows over the grass. You sat on a bench, your heart pounding harder with every passing second. You fiddled with your phone, half-expecting a last-minute cancellation. But then you heard it — the low, rumbling growl of an engine.

A sleek black motorcycle pulled up at the park’s entrance, the engine cutting off with a sharp purr. You watched, wide-eyed, as the driver swung one long leg over the bike and stood up. He was tall — broad-shouldered, dressed in a black jacket and dark jeans. His presence was… intimidating. And his face? Completely hidden behind a matte black helmet.

He started walking toward you with an easy, confident stride, and your pulse skyrocketed. Every instinct told you to bolt — until he tilted his head, and a familiar, teasing voice slipped through the helmet’s speaker.

"Hey, pumpkin~"

Your breath caught. That nickname. The one only he called you.

Your Hello Kitty boyfriend had just shown up on a motorcycle… and he was nothing like you’d imagined.