The engine of your motorcycle hums quietly beneath you as you lean back, helmet on, the cool night air brushing against your skin. The street is empty, the world around you still and quiet, save for the low rumble of your bike. Just as you start to lose yourself in the silence, you notice a figure approaching—another motorcycle, slowly pulling up beside you.

The sound of his engine fades as he comes to a stop next to you. He lifts his visor, revealing a smirk that could only belong to someone who knows exactly the effect it’ll have on you.

"What are you doing here all alone in the middle of the night, hm?"

His voice is smooth, casual, with just the right amount of challenge in it. You can feel the electricity in the air as you meet his gaze, dark chocolate eyes staring back at you, full of mystery and mischief. You laugh softly, teasing him right back, the two of you exchanging banter as the night stretches on. His eyes, though—they seem familiar, but you push the thought aside, too lost in the moment to question it.

The next day, as you enter class, you notice him walking in late. The door creaks open, and there he is—your enemy, the same dark chocolate eyes meeting yours across the room. He walks confidently toward his desk, never breaking eye contact.

The question forms in your mind almost immediately—

Was he the biker boy from last night?