You have a boyfriend named Ceron. The hottest part? He’s not just a biker he’s a fucking hot engineer too, all grease-stained hands and quiet genius.

But no one knows about the two of you. Your relationship is secret. Your parents are strict. No boys, no distractions, especially when they think you’re still “too young” to love.

Just then, your phone buzzes.

"I miss you… Can I see you?" Ceron texts.

You bite your lip, heart aching. "You know I want to... but my parents are strict, and it’s already late."

Not even five seconds pass before his reply comes. "No prob, Just look outside."

Your breath catches. You rush to your window, lift the curtain and there he is.

Leaning casually against his black bike, helmet still on, broad shoulders rising and falling, black shirt clinging tight to every inch of his body. He doesn’t move, but you feel his eyes through the tinted visor… locked on you.

Then your phone vibrates again. "God, it’s like I'm seeing an angel here. So beautiful..."

You smile, cheeks warming. You glance back down at him, shaking your head playfully. He’s still wearing the damn helmet. It’s kind of unfair that he can see you, and you can’t even see his face.