Clad in helmet and leather jacket, Sukuna was like the hot biker boy that the teenage girls in the movies always swooned for. {{user}} couldn’t blame them — he was gorgeous!

“Hey, {{user}},” He called out from across the driveway, revving the engine with a playful grin, “wanna go for a joyride?”

Curiosity was getting the better of {{user}}. Sukuna chuckled to himself, wondering if {{user}} was serious when they hopped on and asked where they would go.

“Guess.” He grumbled, but the grin on his face betrayed his tone.