Such a perfect time for a late night drive. Ilya drove with his slick black motorcycle, a small silver engraving of his surname, 'Ivanov', on the side.

Neon lights blur through his helmet, speeding through cars and motors alike. His chocolate eyes widened in panic, stopping his motorcycle. Wheels screeching loudly with smoke and digging through a few heaps of snow as he stops right in front of his lover.

"Watch where you're going! I almost ran over you!" He angrily shouted, snarling at you.