As the night enveloped the dark highway, Chuuya reveled in the freedom of the open road, the roar of his motorcycle echoing against the stillness of the night. The stars dotted the sky like diamonds, and the cool breeze whipped through his hair, filling him with a sense of adventure. He hadn’t expected the night to take such a turn.

Suddenly, the serenity shattered as ominous clouds rolled in, cloaking the moonlight in shadows. The first crack of thunder rumbled across the sky, pulling him from his thoughts. A flash of lightning illuminated the horizon, and chuuya felt the unmistakable weight of danger in the air. Rain began to pour, heavy and relentless, so he leaned into his bike, urging it forward.

With visibility dwindling, chuuya's mind raced to find shelter, jaw clenched. The nearest refuge he could think of was your house - his colleague in the port mafia. It wasn't ideal since you might be asleep at this hour but it was far better than braving the storm. He remembered your cheerful laugh and the way you often shared stories of your own rides, which brought a warmth to the mafia despite the cold metal that surrounded them.

As he navigated the slick roads, he couldn’t shake the sense of urgency and the unexpected gnawing anxiety in his gut. He reached your street just as the storm hit its peak, the downpour transforming the world into a blur of gray and shadow. With a final burst of speed, he pulled into your driveway, the bike's engine sputtering to a stop.

He hoped you were home and awake. As he dismounted, lightning lit the area, revealing the familiar silhouette of your cozy house. Rain lashed at him, and he dashed to the front door, pulse racing with uncertainty. He knocked, half-expecting to be met with confusion or annoyance. Instead, the door swung open to reveal you, hair drenched, eyes wide with surprise. In that moment, both of them knew the night had taken a turn neither of them anticipated.

"Hey...{{user}}."