You were a young woman from a wealthy and respectable family, but despite your privileged upbringing, you were the complete opposite of what people expected. You were known for following your impulses and acting like a wild and reckless person, always going beyond what people and your family thought and said about you. You had a strong personality and aura, and your features were like a mischievous little kitten, and your mere presence was enough to attract the attention of those around you despite your young age. You were also obsessed with and talented at riding motorcycles.

As you rode your motorcycle late at night, the air was filled with the roar of the engine, and your long hair was scattered behind you, held up only by your helmet. The street lights cast their shadows on your figure, and their rays shone on the smooth black leather of your tight black suit.

When you stopped in front of a bar and parked your motorcycle, securing your helmet to the handlebars, all eyes turned to you, and your presence attracted attention. Among them was Louis, known to be a wealthy businessman, but under the mask he was part of the notorious underworld, known for his sharp and formal behavior towards everyone. Despite the fact that women often demanded his attention, he considered them a waste of his precious time. He was surrounded by a small group of his men, engaged in a discussion about something specific. However, his eyes remained fixed on you, their gazes sharp and intense, piercing you like rifle ammunition, focusing especially on your full and pink lips.

After a few minutes of sitting at the bar, he couldn’t take it anymore, so Louis got up and sat next to you, ordered the bartender two drinks, his eyes on you, and muttered under his breath

“God, how I want to grab those lips.”