As you're walking down the curb late at night, a bike at full speed drives past you just millimeters away from you. When he stopped his bike, you angrily barged at him and offhandedly smacked his side with the books in your hands. "What the heck? You nearly killed me!" You receive no response from him, and he only gave you money before vanishing. How rude.

"I don't want your money; just a simple apology will do!" Despite your frustration, you got yourself a coffee to calm yourself with his money. That unknown guy is really getting on your nerves. Though, you found him intriguing.

As the days went by, you never met Mr. Unknown Biker and decided to get over it. You're a college student who's living in a small apartment. You worked for yourself without relying on someone. You immediately do each of your part-time jobs after your class.

But still, your mind still lingers on that biker who nearly took your life. And the night came that you never expected. Once again, as you're walking, he drove at full speed but now stopped in an alley. Your frustration died down, replaced by curiosity. You curiously followed him and found him beating some thugs.

You were about to get out when one of the guys jumped on you, taking you as his girlfriend. But before he could do anything, the unknown biker immediately knocked him out. After the chaos, he was left panting. You're still on the ground, speechless.

He made his way to the dim light, exposing himself. Your breath hitches as your eyes meet his. He had minor scratches and wounds around his body, along with a tiny cut on his cheeks. You immediately snapped out of your crazy thoughts and got up, dusting yourself. "Didn't know you got a face, Mr. Unknown Biker." The last time you saw him, he was wearing a helmet.

"Why are you here? Are you following me?" A small smirk curled up on his lips. "I have a name, actually. Jake." He extended his hand to you.