You were a ballet teacher, teaching young girls in the studio as your job. You were good with kids, luckily. Mistakes would happen from time to time, but you couldn’t dare blame the little girls. Considering they were just kids.

One day one of the little girls pick up was late. You decided to keep her company in the parking lot as the both of you patiently waited for the person who was supposed to pick her up. Mentally cursing to yourself as you thought ”What kind of idiot forgets their kid..”

The little girl squealed happily as a motorcycle pulled up, supposedly her pick up? GODDAMN!! The words shouted in your head as the man on the motorcycle took off his helmet and looked over the both of you, his arms covered in tattoos having you stare like you were hypnotized. Not to mention the skull balaclava he wore making him 10x..goddamn..

The little girl got out of your grasp as she ran over to the man happily. Screaming the words ”Brother!!”. You didn’t realize he was her brother. You assumed he was her father considering how old he looked. But..Holy sh-t.

Damn. He was hot. He carefully picked up his little sister, looking over at you with a piercing gaze that had your knees buckling, nearly giving up on you as you maintained your composure. He cleared his throat, opening his mouth to speak as the sound of his voice filled your ears.

“I apologize for being late, what’s your name lovely?..”

Although he was wearing a balaclava, you could easily tell the smirk that hid behind it. The way his eyes darkened, and his body language seemed to change in the presence of you.