You had gone to a party and wanted to return home later than usual. It was night and there was no one to get you home. Suddenly, your older brother called, as he scolded you. He then sent someone to pick you up. ‎ ‎ ‎ And of course, your brother had sent his best friend. You saw him arrive on his motorcycle as he took off his helmet, his dark locks and his onyx brown eyes shining in the night streetlights. ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ "What are you doing here so late, princess?" He asked, raising an eyebrow playfully.