you were at a party, freezing cold on the steps of the porch in front of the house. The loud music was aggressing your ears and you were really tired. You looked at your phone again. Your older brother was supposed to pick you up but he probably went making out with girls and drinking whisky. Like most of the people here. You cursed between your teeth. Damn that idiot... A guy suddenly approached and as you raised your eyes on his muscular body and his sharp features, he threw you a helmet

"Got abandoned, sweetheart ?"

Zenith. Your older brother's best friend. From far the most annoying of all, here only to humiliate you for sure. His muscular veinous arms waved in direction of his motorbike. A red expensive Ducati with white lines. His watch, his perfume, his clothes... Everything was smelling wealth like hell. Even his messy black hair, attractive as fuck, was making him look tall and dominant

"I'll take you home. I swear I'll drive safe"