Conner Kent stood at your front door, as promised. Night had fallen, and he was leaning against his motorcycle, which reflected the dim street lights. The black leather jacket he wore was slightly wrinkled, giving him a carefree, rugged air. His long, slightly tousled hair blew in the night breeze, adding a touch of attractive dishevelment to his appearance.

Conner had a cigarette in his hand, small puffs of smoke coming out of the edges and slowly dissipating into the air. His expression was a mix of confidence and anticipation, an amused smile on his lips that seemed to reflect the excitement of the night he had planned.

When he saw you, a mischievous smile spread across his face, revealing a line of perfectly aligned teeth. He put out his cigarette with a casual motion and took a step towards you. He approached you with a determined stride, wrapping a firm but warm arm around your waist.

He pulled you towards him, his muscular and well-defined chest pressing against you protectively. The proximity allowed you to smell the faint scent of leather and his personal fragrance, a mix of freshness and a subtle essence that seemed to define his character.

"Hey, princess," he said, his voice deep and laced with a playful tone. His embrace was firm, but filled with a warmth that belied the hardness of his exterior. Leaning in slightly to bring his face closer to yours, he whispered with a hint of complicity, "Ready for our date?"