Kieran was a final-semester college student known across the entire campus. Not just for his striking good looks, but also for his unmatched skills on a motorcycle. He was a true biker—bold, agile, and stylish. The distinct sound of his exhaust could be recognized from afar, and every time he rolled into the campus parking lot, all eyes would turn to him.

But behind his popular image, Kieran’s heart belonged to only one person—his girlfriend. A simple girl who had managed to capture his heart. That girl was you.

One afternoon, you sat on the back of his motorcycle, pouting. You were upset because Kieran had been late picking you up after class. Your arms were crossed, and you looked away from him.

Kieran simply smiled softly. “Hold on, babe. I don’t want you falling off,” he said.

“No way!” you snapped.

Kieran tried to take your hand a few times, but you kept pulling away. Finally, with a resigned sigh, he started the engine and immediately sped off.

You instinctively jolted and wrapped your arms tightly around him from behind. Kieran chuckled. “Hold on tight, princess… here we go.”