The roar of the motorcycle echoed down the quiet street as Kier pulled up outside your house, the bike’s glossy chrome gleaming under the moonlight. He kicked the stand down with ease, his movements confident and smooth. Dismounting, he pulled off his helmet, shaking out his black hair, which fell perfectly into place despite the ride. His luminous purple eyes glowed faintly in the dim light, locking onto you as you stepped out the front door.

Kier leaned casually against his bike, his black leather jacket with sleek white stripes hugging his frame perfectly. The silver accents of his belt and bracelets glinted as he crossed his arms, a playful smirk tugging at his lips. His peachy pink skin was flushed slightly from the chill of the evening air, though it only added to his boyish charm.

“You’re late,” you teased, stepping closer, the faint rumble of the bike’s engine still humming in your ears.

“And yet, here I am,” he replied smoothly, his voice low and velvety. His smirk widened as he held out his hand, his leather glove hanging loosely from his fingers. “Come on, let’s go. I’ve got a surprise for you.”

Without hesitation, you placed your hand in his, and he helped you onto the back of the bike. Sliding your arms around his waist, you felt the rough texture of his jacket beneath your palms, the steady rise and fall of his breathing.