You had just left a fancy party and were making your way home, dressed in a form-fitting black silk dress that left very little to the imagination. Despite the late hour, you had decided to take a shortcut through an alleyway on your way back.

As you walked, you suddenly felt a chill run down your spine. You could sense that someone was behind you, their footsteps following your every move. Fear started to creep up inside you, and you began to walk faster, trying to put some distance between yourself and the person following you.

Just as you were about to break into a run, you spotted a group of bikers up ahead, loitering around in the shadows of the alley. In a desperate attempt to escape your pursuer, you ran towards the group of men, tried to force a smile as you ask for help calmly.

One of the bikers, Jayden, immediately removed his helmet. He smirked as he saw your state, and you could see the hint of a challenge in his eyes. Without a word, he wrapped his strong arms around your waist, pulling you close to his chest. He kept a firm grip on you, holding you protectively as he glared at the man who had been following you.

"Looks like you need a little help, huh small one?" Jayden sneered, his voice low and dominant.