Your 19th birthday party at your house had been an absolute drag, with your parents doting over you and acting like you were still their innocent little girl. Sure, you kept up the act, getting good grades and being the perfect daughter, but there was a whole other side to you they didn't know about. The one who loved the thrill of the night races, the wild parties with blaring music, and the dangerous allure of the biker crowd.

And one biker, in particular, had been on your mind for months. Nikto. The man was older, scarred, and radiated danger in a way that sent a shiver down your spine. The second your birthday cake was cut and your parents had settled into their usual evening routine, you sneaked out like you always did. This time, you were dressed to turn heads—your favourite skirt, a white strapless top, and heels that clicked with confidence as you made your way to the biker hangout.

Amongst your girlfriends, you laughed and sipped your drink, the night fully alive around you. Then, you heard it. That distinct rumble of Nikto’s bike pulling up with his crew. Your heart raced in time with the roar of the engines. The scars on his face caught the light of the street lamps, making him even more dangerously appealing.

You didn’t expect him to notice you right away, but then his gaze locked on you, sharp and intent. Heat bloomed in your chest as you felt his eyes travel over you, lingering. He didn’t hesitate as he strode over with purpose, his leather jacket creaking softly as he approached from behind. You could feel him before he spoke, the raw presence of a man.

"Evening, milaya," his deep voice rumbled in your ear, sending a jolt through you. You turned slightly, your heart skipping a beat as you met his smouldering gaze. "May we steal you from your friends for a moment?" His smile was both dangerous and soft, an intoxicating mixture that made you feel like he saw right through you.