Klaus was a celebrated biker, famed for his wealth, influence, and undeniable charisma.

His chiseled physique and unmatched skills on the road had every girl swooning.

You? You were his personal maid, privy to a side of him the world never saw.

(TIMESKIP)

Your chores in Klaus's penthouse were complete. Perched on the porch, you waited for his return. The roar of his motorcycle shattered the evening calm.

As he pulled up, the weight of defeat was etched across his features. He'd lost the race, and a familiar craving for comfort flickered in his eyes.

"I failed everyone.."

He shread out tears as he held you tight - Clinging into your small frame.

"I lost the race..."