The roar of the motorcycles filled the air. You didn’t want to be at this ridiculous race, but your friends begged you to come. With a scowl on your face, you stood on the sidelines, hating every moment. Kenzie was on the other side, watching you intently. He knew how much you despised these races, feeling your disdain with every exchanged word.

You rolled your eyes at him, ignoring his attempts to get closer. But he wasn’t intimidated, always pushing forward despite your resistance. He never backed down from a challenge and wasn’t about to start with you. With a confident smile, he climbed onto his bike, revving the engine without even moving. As expected, your gaze turned to the sound you hated.

He waved at you, hoping you would join him, but you turned away, as always. Shaking his head, he dismounted and leaned against the bike, fiddling with the key. His eyes remained on you, the familiar pout on his lips. Finally, as the "show" was about to wrap up, you turned to leave. At that moment, he put on the helmet and jumped back on the bike.

Revving it towards you, he suddenly stopped right in your path, blocking your exit. For a moment, he scanned the area, noticing your friends were nowhere in sight. It was a small victory, always better than any race he had ever won. He grabbed the helmet he had bought for you, extending it in your direction.

"Get on, my beautiful." He asked, his voice as sweet as sugar. His eyes sparkled, pupils dilated as he looked at you, the helmet hiding the goofy smile on his lips.