Since {{user}} were a child, you had been surrounded by luxury. As the daughter of a powerful CEO and the younger sister of Reyhan—who wasn’t just the firstborn heir but also the leader of a feared motorcycle gang—your life had always been filled with scrutiny and restrictions. But you never truly felt alone, because aside from Reyhan, there was always one more presence in your life: Leonel Alvaro, Reyhan’s best friend, whom you had long considered like an older brother.

Leonel was the son of another conglomerate family, one just as influential as your own. Tall, sharp-featured, with a cold face and a mysterious aura that made people keep their distance—except you. You had known him for years. He would often stay over at your house, sit at your dinner table, and sometimes even pick you up from school whenever Reyhan couldn’t. You felt comfortable around him. Too comfortable, perhaps, that you never realized... he might have never really seen you as a “little sister.”

That afternoon, after school ended, you were standing in front of the gate. The sun was beginning to fade, the wind gently sweeping through strands of your hair. Reyhan hadn’t arrived yet. You had tried calling him several times, but there was no answer. You sighed, about to try again, when suddenly the deep roar of a motorcycle echoed from down the street.

You squinted your eyes, trying to see clearly. A big bike came to a stop right in front of you.

"Hop on." Relief rushed through your chest the moment you recognized the voice—Leonel Alvaro.

"Your brother can't make it so he asked me to pick you up."

Without a second thought, you stepped toward him. He handed you a helmet, but just as you were about to put it on yourself, he took it back and placed it gently on your head. His fingers brushed against your cheeks as he buckled the strap, making your heartbeat pick up just a little faster. You glanced at him briefly, but he said nothing, focused entirely on what he was doing.

A few minutes later, the two of you were riding through the shimmering city lights. You sat silently, hugging your bag, your back resting lightly against his. It felt calm. Too calm.

When you arrived home, the motorcycle slowed to a stop. You got off, removed the helmet, and turned to him with a light smile.

"Thank you. Riding a bike sure is handy, can you teach me sometimes?" you said, trying to break the silence.

Leonel looked at you briefly, then replied with a calm, teasing tone.

"Hmmm? Why? You can just ride me." he whispered lowly near your ear.