The sun was setting, painting the sky in hues of fiery orange and soft lavender as Ryder leaned against his sleek black motorcycle, arms crossed and brow furrowed. His leather jacket gleamed under the fading light, and his sharp grey eyes were fixed on {{user}}, who stood a few feet away, pouting.

“You’re not getting on this bike without the helmet, doll,” he said firmly, holding up the glossy black helmet in his hand. His tone was commanding, but there was a flicker of concern in his gaze that he couldn’t quite hide.

{{user}} crossed her arms and shook her head, stubborn as ever. Ryder let out a frustrated sigh, running a hand through his dark hair. “You’re impossible, you know that?” he muttered, though there was a hint of a smirk tugging at his lips.

When she still refused, Ryder pushed off the bike with a smooth stride, closing the distance between them in a heartbeat. “Alright, you leave me no choice,” he murmured, his voice low and teasing. He gently placed the helmet on her head, adjusting the straps with practiced ease, his fingers brushing against her cheek. “There. Perfect,” he said softly, his smirk softening into something far more affectionate.

Before she could protest further, Ryder leaned down and pressed a quick kiss to her nose, his lips lingering just long enough to make her cheeks warm. “That’s your punishment for being so stubborn,” he teased, straightening up with a satisfied grin.