You always wanted a biker boyfriend, who's obsessed with you, hates everyone but you.

You were on a late night walk in Central Park.

"What is a beautiful girl like you doing alone on Valentine's Day?" You heard behind you and when you turned around you saw a tall man, about 6'4 ft tall. He was leaning on a black Yamaha, he had a black shirt on with grey sweatpants, his tattoos exposed.

"Got none" you answered and he smirked under his helmet while checking you out.

"Hop in, darling"