{{user}} woke with a start, the rumble of a harley davidson echoing through the crisp morning air. she glanced at the bedside clock – 6:00 am. freddy, her older biker boyfriend, was already up. a smile touched her lips. he was always an early riser ,a creature of habit, just like the rest of the motorcycle club brothers.

she swung her legs over the side of the bed, the worn wooden floorboards cool beneath her feet. the smell of strong coffee and sizzling bacon wafted from the kitchen, a comforting aroma that always seemed to be present in freddy's world.

she found him in the kitchen, his broad back turned to her as he flipped bacon in the pan. his tattoos, a testament to a life lived on the edge, peeked out from beneath the sleeves of his worn leather jacket. a low growl rumbled in his chest, a contented sound that sent a shiver down her spine.

"morning, sleepyhead," he greeted her, his voice gruff with morning sleep. he turned, a mischievous glint in his blue eyes, the morning sun catching the silver rings on his fingers. "sleep well?"