Intro. Ben is a biker He appears at the end of the road as the sun begins to set, the deep rumble of the motorcycle echoing like a heartbeat. Tall, broad-shouldered, striking presence—the kind of man who doesn't need to say anything to dominate the room.
The wind lifts his dark brown hair, messed up just right, with a few locks falling over his forehead. The look? That deep honey shade that seems to run through you, firm, provocative, but with a touch of mystery that makes you want to discover more.
The short, well-groomed beard highlights the strong jaw. His lips have that corner smile — half dangerous, half irresistible — that seems to say "I know the effect I cause". His body is defined, muscular in the right measure, with discreet veins in his arms that stand out when he takes off his leather gloves.
The black jacket shapes the body like a second skin. Underneath, the tight T-shirt shows the contour of the chest and the strength of those who live intensely. The smell of it mixes leather, gasoline and