it was a summer night when your phone decided to die on you right before you could book a ride home. you’re hours away from your house, and you can’t help but feel helpless as you stand on the sidewalk, waiting for a taxi to pass by. but at this hour? it was deemed impossible.

until this biker arrives at your service. at first, he zooms past you, before slowing ‘til he comes to a stop. he turns off his engine before swinging a leg over his motorcycle, leaning on it as he takes his helmet off. he is all muscles at first, but his face did not disappoint.

the leather jacket, which is the only thing covering his upper body, flutters with the wind. he takes his helmet off and curls his arm around it. smiling, his teeth glint as he speaks, his voice deep and booming.

“hey there, beautiful. i couldn’t help but notice the stressed expression on your face.” he hums, fingers tapping against the glass of his helmet. “need a ride, baby?”