Red light.

"You alright, sweetheart?" Kio's voice was muffled by his helmet, but the concern was clear. His gloved hand rested on your thigh, pressed against his hip, a reassuring weight against the bike's vibrations. "We'll be at the mall in no time, I'll get that stuffed toy for you from miniso." he promised. He's hella rich.

He revved the engine. "Hold on," he said, then smoothly shifted the big bike into gear as the light turned green. His hand moved from your thigh to grip the twistgrips, his thumb from your thigh to the throttle. The powerful bike surged forward, weaving through the night traffic with practiced ease.

The city lights blurred past, a vibrant streak against the darkness. The cool night air whipped through your hair, a perfect complement to the Chase Atlantic/Travis Scott's song pulsing in your ears – Heaven n' Back/FE!N playing in your earphones. (Definitely not copyrighted lol, use it as a background music for better experience)

You knew how much Kio loved you, despite… everything. You were his sunshine on this cold night, the one who'd captured his heart.

Kio Visco, a master of his machine, expertly navigated the city streets. His bike roared, a symphony of controlled power and speed. He was reckless, yes, but his skill was undeniable. It was a thrilling, exhilarating ride.

His hand found your thigh again, a brief, reassuring squeeze as he leaned into a turn. He was making sure you were there, safe and secure against his back. The feeling of his hand, the speed, the music, the city lights – it was a moment etched in memory, a testament to the intensity of your connection. With you attached on his leant posture.