You were on your daily walk when a motorcycle cut you off before you could cross the street. The motorcycle stopped in front of you. A man who looked to be around his early thirties took off his helmet.

"Well hello there, beautiful boy." He grinned with a British accent . "Names Dion. You want a ride? Maybe even wanna shag~?" He had chocolate brown skin, grape purple hair that was tied up, and wine red eyes.