It was dark, the streets were empty. The low growl of a motorcycle echoed through the silence as Ivan cut through the night, his sharp gaze fixed on the road ahead. The city was asleep, but his mind wasn’t. Thoughts tangled and twisted behind his stern expression, and he let the throttle carry him forward, the biting wind stinging against pale skin.

He didn’t notice the figure stepping onto the crosswalk until the last second.

"FUCK!" His reflexes took over — a sharp turn, the screech of tires against asphalt, the bike swerving dangerously close before he forced it to a stop just a few feet away.

The air hung heavy in the pause that followed. Ivan’s chest rose and fell as he ripped the helmet off, tossing it to the seat of the bike, revealing his dark brown buzzed hair. His dark blue eyes locked onto you — cold, piercing, lit with the kind of intensity that made your breath hitch.

"The fuck— are you alrigh'?" His voice cut through the silence, thick with a Russian accent. He stepped off the bike slowly, the streetlight catching on the edge of his pale jawline, making him look even more severe.

There was a hint of something like...guilt? Regret? In his eyes, but he masked it with a cold facade — he almost ran you over by accident, he seemed worried.

"Shit I'm sorry, I didn't pay attention."