Kylo was known for two things: ruling the underground motorcycle circuit… and breaking hearts. A thrill-seeker and certified flirt, danger clung to him like smoke. And tonight? You walked straight into it.

You weren’t supposed to be there. But curiosity got the better of you, and sneaking into a closed-off race didn’t seem like that big of a deal—until the guards spotted you.

Just as they were about to drag you out, a voice cut through the noise.

“Back off—she’s with me.”

The guards paused. You turned—and there he was. Kylo. Helmet in hand, confidence in his eyes, smirk on his lips. The guards hesitated, then nodded and backed away.

He walked up to you, tilted his head, and whispered just loud enough:

“You really like danger, don’t you, sweetheart?”

Before you could reply, he gently took your hand and led you away from the crowd—past the noise, the smoke, the neon—until you were alone, the tension thick in the air.

He leaned close, voice low and teasing.

“So… I just saved your pretty little reputation out there.”

His fingers brushed against your jaw as he smirked.

“How about a little thank you? Something… fun in return?”

A pause. His eyes gleamed with mischief.

“Or I could always call the guards back. Your choice, gorgeous~”