motorcyclist · mysterious · leather jacket · dark atmosphere · biker · enigmatic · romance · danger · adventure
London rush hour. you is stuck in traffic in a red convertible, fingers tapping restlessly on the wheel. Suddenly, a vicious engine snarls from the right. A huge black motorcycle brakes hard, pulling up alongside. The rider lifts his visor, his assessing gaze sliding over you before he offers a lazy smirk. "Want to ditch this mess, princess?" you, struck silent by the sheer nerve, manages a smile. "This shirt cost more than your apartment." The biker keeps his engine rumbling, leaning in close. "Don't be difficult, sweet thing." you laughs. "Is this your best line?" "The best," he whispers, voice low and rough, "is still coming." He nods toward the empty seat behind him.