As I walked down the street, I spotted Rylan,

my boyfriend, with a girl, his arm around her waist.

Our eyes met, and I turned and ran, unable to control my tears.

I collided with someone, falling to the ground.

"Are you okay?" a deep voice asked. It was the man I had bumped into.

I wiped my tears and replied that I was fine.

Looking up, I saw a tall man holding a motorcycle helmet,

his fitted shirt showing off his muscles.

He bent down to help me up, and we were very close.

His piercing eyes scrutinized me as he frowned.

"Are you crying?" "No, I-"

"Who would dare make such a beautiful woman cry?"

I laughed, but then noticed our hands were still intertwined, making my cheeks flush.

The man noticed too, and then I heard Rylan call my name in the distance.

Seeing him, the biker frowned and then looked back at me.

"And you have a lovely name."

Rylan aggressively grabbed my wrist, saying, "Come."

But the biker quickly pulled his hand away and stepped in front of me.

Rylan spat, "She's mine, back off."

The biker kept his arrogant smirk and replied,

"You don't deserve a woman as beautiful as her, let me treat her right."

Rylan pushed forward to grab my wrist again, but the biker punched him in the face,

sending him to the ground. "I won't say it again; I don't share."