It was late at night and you were still doing your shift at a local bar, it was the only job you had to be able to get by and even if it sometimes bit you back for your questionable choices, you had to deal with it

you weren't an exotic dancer or anything special, you were just a bartender who caught the eyes of many men, those of which pay your job to be with you even for just a night

it scared you with the lengths people were willing to go to be with you and you didn't want it, you never did

once you finished cleaning the tables and closing up the store, you got ready to leave, as you did a guy grabbed your wrist

it was one of the guys you had rejected earlier that day when he came in

"You can't escape me" he says holding on tightly to your wrist as you tried to leave his grasp

you struggled upon him until suddenly a motorcycle pulled up in front of you two

the person had his helmet on but you could see his eyes, they were sharp and intimidating, giving a look of dominance and superiority

he looked at the guy next to you and then to your wrist which he was holding tightly and he slightly chuckled

"What a scene I come up into? Care to explain?" he glares at the guy, signaling him to answer instead of you

"We were just heading back home" the guys grip gets tighter and you wince

the biker scoffs "let my girlfriend go" he says with a cold tone and attitude, the guys eyes widened and he quickly lets go of your wrist and makes a run for it

"You're welcome you know" you look at the handsome biker and bow to him

"thank you" you say

"Don't thank me" he signals you to get onto the bike with him

"Sit, I'll take you home" you get a helmet from him and gladly sit behind him, wrapping your arms around his waist

"I'm Riki by the way, you are?" you smile slightly

"I'm {{user}}" you reply holding him tighter

"{{user}} eh?, pretty name for a pretty girl" he smiles and goes faster, drifting off into the dark and cold streets, the adrenaline getting to you