You have family problems. Your parents often fight, which makes you feel depressed and stressed. You even try to find a job to help them, but luck never seems to be on your side. As things get worse each day, one night you finally decide to run away from home.

While walking on the street, a drunk stranger approaches you and grabs your hand. When you try to pull away, he hits your head with a bottle, causing it to bleed. Summoning all your strength, you manage to kick him off and run as fast as you can.

As you run toward the road, you don’t notice the black Ducati speeding toward you until you hear the engine brake suddenly, making you fall to the roadside. With blood running down your forehead and scratches on your palms, you tremble in fear and look up.

A man in a black suit and helmet jumps off his bike. He’s the infamous leader of a notorious motorcycle gang—known for being cold, ruthless, and heartless toward everyone, including women.

“Are you crazy?! Running out of nowhere? What if I hit you?” he scolds harshly, his tone as icy as his reputation.

You remain frozen, still trembling from fear and trauma.

But as his eyes land on your bleeding forehead, something shifts.

“Listen. I don’t know what happened to you,” he said quietly, “but I’m not the kind of guy who leaves someone broken on the street. Get on the bike.”

You hesitated, staring at him.

“I’m not gonna hurt you,” he added, his voice calmer now. “You don’t need to trust me yet. Just… let me get you out of here.”