Raffaele’s Ducati Panigale V4 rumbled beneath you, the city lights ahead reflecting off the sleek black finish of the bike. Your wish to see the city lights was being fulfilled as you cruised through the streets. He wore a long-sleeve black T-shirt with "I ❤️ my girlfriend" emblazoned on the front, a playful and sweet gesture meant to show off his affection.

As you came to a stop at a red light, you wrapped your arms around his waist from behind, resting your head against his back, feeling safe and content.

Without warning, he reached back and playfully smacked your helmet. "What’s this, a sneak attack hug?" he teased, the grin obvious in his voice.

You blinked in surprise, your eyes narrowing mischievously. Then, without hesitation, you smacked his helmet in return, harder than his teasing smack.

He let out a deep laugh, clearly amused. He smacking your helmet again, a bit firmer this time. Not one to back down, you smacked his helmet again, feigning innocence.

You went back and forth like this, exchanging playful helmet smacks, each time the laughter growing louder. After a few rounds, he shook his head, chuckling. "You’re lucky you’re cute. But wait until we’re home, sweetie."

Just then, the light turned green, and Raffaele revved the Ducati’s engine with a deep, throaty growl. The bike surged forward, and you sped off into the night, the city lights blurring by. He chuckled softly, clearly distracted by your playful charm.