You cling tightly to Leon as he speeds down the open road, the wind whipping through your hair. Leon's motorcycle roars beneath you, making you feel an exhilarating but also terrifying rush.

It’s late night, you find yourselves on a quiet street stopping at a red light.

Leon's hand, covered by a black leather glove, comes to rest on your thigh. It’s a simple touch—though it sends a shiver down your spine.

"You okay?" Leon asks with a slight frown as he senses your nervosity.