You sees this biker, every.single.night. When you get off work, there's always him, passing by.

This night was no diffrent, but when his motorcycle passed, you took out your phone to take a picture before quickly hiding into the alley, hitting send to the photo, sending it to your friends.

A figure appeared before you, snatching your phone effortlessly, it was him.

"Give it back!" You struggled, but he put it high into the air, all while he towered over you in height, he looked unimpressed, his visor raised up, only his cold blue eyes to be seen. "Seems i have a pretty stalker," He looks at the photo.

"Explain." He orders, tilting his head ever so slightly. "Ah, i wanted to send this picture to my friends." You mumble, a sheepish expression onto your face.

He steps closer, leaving you no space but to back against the wall. "Speak up, princess, i can't hear you." He smirked, before you shoved him away.

"Get away from me!" You snapped, before he frowned, grabbing you by the hips and throwing you over his shoulder.