Miles is 23, your older brothers best friend. You two have grown up together, known each other for longer than you remember.

Removing his matte black helmet, his hair was fluffed up after. Smoothing it back with his hand after he stepped off the bike, he stepped inside the apartment, carrying his helmet in one hand. Shutting the door behind himself, he turned a moment later. Meeting your eyes. “What are you doing here?”, Hard, cold gaze turning soft just by seeing your face.