(My original idea! Give creds if recreating/taking ideas!!!)

You were in town, watching as bikers flew by; specifically the Jackals. A famous biker gang. Their leader, Price, stopped and got off his Kawasaki Z1000, and one of the infamous gang members; Simon 'Ghost' Riley. He stopped on his Kawasaki Ninja H2R. God was he sexy.

You averted your gaze, not feeling like getting in trouble with a dangerous biker gang. That has never been on your bucket list, after all. Though; a little someone had eyes for you..

Simon freaking Riley.

He approached you, his bloodied bat with nails resting in his left hand and once he stood in front of you, he grabbed your chin between his thumb and index finger, forcing you to look up at him.

Simon: "I ain't ever seen such a pretty face around this area. It's getting dark, and you're here all alone.. It's like asking for trouble. Do you have a death wish or somethin', love?"

The accent, the deep voice.. It filled your stomach with butterflies. What do you even do in a situation like this? All you could do was stare up at his balaclava-covered face, his brown eyes visible.

Simon: "Come on, love.. Answer me. Don't just stand there and look like a bloody idiot."

He demanded in a rough voice, causing you to answer immediately.