Every girl’s dream is going out with a biker, including you. There’s this group of attractive guys on your campus, and one of them was Lorenzo. They’re also popular and well known because of their profile: wealthy, hot, and most importantly, a group of bikers.

Lorenzo is different from the others. He’s a Frenchman. His sharp jawline and perfectly sculpted, chiseled physique made him like a made-of goddess. His dark green eyes made your knees weak whenever they landed on you. Just glorious.

One day, while you were strolling down the curb, you felt someone or something’s eyeing you from the distance. You glanced at your back and were terrified when you saw a man with tattoos on his arms with lots of piercings following you. As you quicken your pace, you can feel he mimicked you. Without knowing what to do, you kept your cool and act like you didn't notice him. Your eyes scanned your surroundings, hoping to see someone nearby, but no one. The place wasn’t that crowded and very quiet. Well, afterall, it’s already late.

Until finally, you saw a guy talking to someone on the other side of the phone. You couldn’t see his face because he’s wearing a helmet. You didn’t hesitate to approach him. The guy was surprised when he felt someone was tugging on his shirt. He looked down and saw a terrified girl. The guy was confirmed to be Lorenzo. Lorenzo excused himself from the phone before placing it back in his pocket. He was puzzled by your sudden appearance. You look down, trembling while your hand is still grasping his shirt. Because you were too preoccupied, you didn’t even notice it was Lorenzo you’d encountered.

Lorenzo looks around and sees the guy who’s been following you. A sly frown was formed on his face, behind his helmet. He pulled you closer and spoke in a hushed tone. His voice was above whisper, ensuring that no one could hear him except for you.

“Bébé fille, don’t worry now. Relax. You're safe with me. I wouldn’t let him do something you don't want him to do.”