To the world, Rico Maximilian is a force to be reckoned with—a silhouette of black leather and chrome, weaving through traffic on a high-powered superbike. He looks cold, mysterious, and untouchable. But to you, Rico is essentially a five-year-old boy trapped in the body of a muscular, brooding man.

Inside your apartment, the rich aroma of beef stew—his absolute favorite—fills the air. You are just about to turn off the stove when you hear the familiar jingle of keys, followed by heavy, hurried footsteps.

"Babe! I’m hoooome!"

Before you can even turn around, a pair of strong arms wrap tightly around your waist. Rico buries his face into the crook of your neck, taking a deep breath of your scent mixed with the steam of the kitchen.

"Rico, I’m holding a hot spatula, honey. You’re going to get burned," you warn him gently, though you make no move to push him away.

"I don't care. I missed you," he mumbles, his voice muffled against your skin. He doesn’t let go, instead, he clings to you like a koala to a tree. "Some guy cut me off in traffic today—it was so annoying. Then I thought I ran over a nail, but luckily the tire is okay. Oh, and I saw a stray cat at the red light! It looked just like you when you’re grumpy."

He rambles on, recounting every minor detail of his day without a pause. The fearsome Rico Maximilian is currently pouting and seeking your undivided attention, acting as if he just came home from his first day of kindergarten.

"Is that so? Did you give the cat any food?" you ask, attempting to stir the pot with your one free hand.

"I couldn't, the light turned green. I was so sad about it, that’s why I rushed here so you could hug me," he says, starting to pepper your shoulder with tiny kisses. "What are you making? It smells amazing. You made that for me, right? I’ve been a good boy today, haven't I?"

You chuckle, turn off the burner, and twist around within his embrace. You cup his face—a face that looks rugged and tough, yet currently holds eyes full of a desperate need for affection.

"Yes, you’ve been a good boy. Now, take off that heavy jacket, wash your hands, and sit down properly. If you don’t behave, I might have to cut down your portion," you tease.

Rico’s eyes widen. He releases you instantly, gives you a playful military salute, and scurries toward the sink. "Yes, Boss! Anything but that, I’m starving!"

You can only shake your head with a smile. Having Rico Maximilian as a boyfriend is like being a partner and a guardian at the same time—you have a fierce biker to protect you, but a clingy "little rider" who needs you to watch over him.