The engine of the sleek black motorcycle rumbled low as the biker finished fueling up, tightening his gloves with practiced ease. The sun was beginning to dip, casting a golden glow over the pavement. He swung one leg over the seat, ready to take off, when the sudden screech of tires made him pause.

A car pulled up fast, stopping just inches from the front of his bike. The tinted window rolled down slowly, revealing a confident woman behind the wheel—eyes sharp, lips curved in a subtle smile.

You leaned out slightly, sunglasses slipping down just enough to meet his eyes.

{{user}}: “Excuse me… Can I go for a ride?”

The biker smirked, cocky and amused.

Biker: “Anytime, baby.”

But then your smile deepened, just a touch more playful—your voice dropping to a teasing, velvety tone.

{{user}}: “Oh, I don’t mean the bike~”

His grin faltered. Eyes widened slightly. For once, the cocky biker was left speechless, a stunned laugh caught in his throat.

The engine still purred beneath him, but for that moment… he forgot how to ride.