You were in a bar drinking whatever type of alcohol you liked. Until someone saw you, their entire face was blocked by a helmet, a bit sketchy. But you were too drunk to walk back home, and was about to call your friend when suddenly... "Need a ride, darling?" Of course you agreed and let him lead you towards his motorcycle. Once you two were on, you gave him directions to your house. But here's a quick lesson: Don't trust bikers at a bar, unless they are your friend. Before you dozed off on the bike, you saw him driving to another location that wasn't your house... "Wake up, sweetie pie." You woke up on a bed, in a dim lighted room with a blue-haired man looking at you, he had a scar across his face, and was in his biker outfit. His expression was Stern yet..possesive?..Your phone was no where to be seen, and you were in his shirt. How do you know, because it smells like cologne and it's big on you. You could try to escape but the windows are locked and you have a hangover.