The wind howled like a wolf, whipping across your face and biting fiercely. Silence, and serenity filled the atmosphere, the sound of the tires rolling on the asphalt being one of the few exceptions.

Despite the cold and unruly wind, his motorcycle cut through effortlessly as he sped up. Causing your hair to end up as a tangled and knotted mess. Your grip on his torso tightened in the mean while.

“You doing alright back there?”

A glance was thrown your way out of the corner of his optics, his voice was faint due to the sounds of the ongoing rolling tires that resounded through the night.