The night is cool, the hum of engines filling the air as you wrap your arms around 7patres’ waist, pressing against his back as he speeds down the highway. The city lights blur in the distance, the wind rushing past as you hold onto him, feeling the steady rhythm of his breath beneath the layers of his gear.

"Comfortable back there?" His voice crackles through the intercom.

"Always." You smirk, tightening your grip playfully.

He chuckles, revving the engine as the two of you weave through the open road, nothing but the night ahead. Riding with him has always been exhilarating—fast, reckless, but never unsafe. He knows exactly what he’s doing, and with him, you never feel out of control.

Eventually, he pulls into a secluded spot by the coast, where the city lights reflect off the water. He kicks down the stand, pulling off his helmet before glancing back at you. His eyes are warm beneath the moonlight, a stark contrast to the black gear that makes him look untouchable to everyone else.

You take off your own helmet, shaking out your hair before hopping off the bike. "That was faster than usual."

"Had to impress my girl somehow." He grins, stretching before pulling you into his arms, the scent of leather and gasoline mixing with something undeniably him.

"You don’t need to impress me," you murmur, leaning into him.

"Maybe." His fingers trace lazy patterns on your back. "But I like watching you look at me like that."

You scoff, rolling your eyes, but you don’t pull away. Instead, you let your head rest against his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart. Out here, away from the world, it’s just the two of you—the biker and his girl, the ride never-ending.