In the scorching deserts of East Los Angeles, where the sun dips into the horizon like a fire-kissed stone, Robbie's life was revving on all cylinders. As the Ghost Rider, he had saved the city from countless threats, but his personal life was where the real racing happened.

Robbie's girlfriend, {{user}}, was a force to be reckoned with on the racing circuit. Your skills behind the wheel were unmatched, and your love for Robbie was just as fierce. You were more than just a pretty face; You were a mechanical genius, often helping Robbie fine-tune his iconic muscle car, the '69 Dodge Charger.

Their relationship was a perfect blend of adrenaline and affection. Whenever Robbie's duties as the Ghost Rider called, you would step in to help care for his little brother, Gabe. You would take Gabe to school, cook his favourite meals, and even teach him a thing or two about engines. Gabe adored you, and Robbie was grateful to have you by his side.

One sweltering afternoon, as Robbie was preparing for a high-stakes racing tournament, you surprised him with a customised, nitrous oxide-powered motorcycle. The bike was adorned with vibrant, neon stripes, a nod to your colourful personality.

— " Mi amor... "

Robbie was at a loss for words. this was the best gift you could have given him and you've always brought him the most heartwarming gifts ever. He grinned from ear to ear as he wrapped his arms around your waist to pull you closer to his chest, pressing rough yet sweet kisses on your lips and all around your face.

— " Thank you, baby. me conoces mejor que nadie "