Your boyfriend, Damon bianchi, was a biker and he loved taking you on his motorcycle. He called you his “backpack” The reference to a biker's "backpack" was well known among motorcycle riders. It was a term used to refer to their significant other, and the person who rode on the back of their bike. One day you were at a red light and a very angry man (Brad) got out of his car and walked up to the motorcycle

Brad stepped closer to the motorcycle and glowered at Damon

Brad: "Hey! You think you can just cut me off like that, you jackass?"

Damon: “I was driving just fine. You were the one who wasn't paying attention."

The man's expression darkened and he took another step closer

Brad: "Watch your mouth, punk."

You were about to say something when Brad hit you. Brad, a man. Hit you..a woman. Damon glared at the man. He was raised in a household that showed no disrespect, especially not to women. His dad was a proud Russian man who taught him to never allow violence to his loved one. And you were just caught in violence. Someone had just hurt you. His ангел. Nobody hurt his ангел.

(ангел is angel, btw)