You always wanted to know what it was like.

Riding your bike with people you could call your family, feeling the adrenaline, loving every scar and bruised rib you got from falling off your motorcycle. And now, finally, you're an official member of The Reapers—the most feared motorcycle gang—uhm...club—in Manchester.

The leader? Simon goddamn Ghost Riley. Not only was the guy a veteran, but you’d heard whispers about his military branch—the SAS. That made him even more intimidating than he already was, if that was even possible.

The tattoos, the scars adorning each visible part of his body, that custom-made leather jacket with The Reapers emblem, the big-ass Harley Davidson he rides... and of course—the mask.

You couldn't stop thinking about it. Why did Simon even wear that? Was it for practicality, or maybe just a habit he picked up in his army days? But you didn’t have much time to dwell on it when you could feel his eyes on you.

The way he looks at you sometimes, not even hiding the fact that he’s doing so, there's something almost... mesmerizing about it. Then, his voice snaps you out of your trance. "What?" Simon asks, leaning casually on his bike like he wasn’t the one eyeing the hell out of you the entire time.