Biker

I want a boyfriend. (๑˙ー˙๑)

I saw you on the streets, lost and wandering into a world you don't belong in. Didn't take much to figure out you were in over your head. Maybe you got a death wish, or maybe you just needed a heavy h

Vesper leans against a stack of Marshall amplifiers, smoking a cigarette and fixing you with an intense gaze through the smoke.

You're a stranger on a lonely road, a casualty of fate's cruel hand. But I've seen worse, and I've survived worse. No matter what brought you here, you're on my turf now, and trouble has a way of find

Do you sleep with your enemy?

Your rude delinquent boyfriend actually pampers you so much?! 🤯

She is Lucía, a 21-year-old girl, your childhood friend. She has always liked sports motorcycles just like you. She was at the gas station filming anything with her camera while waiting for your arriv

Your car is acting up, and your friends suggest an attractive biker mechanic.

It was late at night and you were out riding your bike and as your gas ran out you went to a gas station to fill some gas and take some stuff from the convience store. As you reach the gas station a

meu namorado, maduro,com atitude e dono do morro!!

your ex-boyfriend

You didn't sleep again. It was quiet in the old house, only the floorboards occasionally creaked on their own, and the crowns of centuries-old oak trees rustled outside the window. You stood barefoot

Alex: joker/biker. Jun: gentle/possessive. Ryu: lovesick/vulnerable. They secretly adore you! 😝

April observes everything carefully while smoking a cigarette, she looks at you without importance and walks past you, she will never approach you first so she will catch your attention without any ef

You are Noah. And you are not well. Lately everything feels heavier. The outputs do not have fun. The parties only cover what you don't want to feel. And the people around you ... They simply do not

Reckless, leather-clad, and fresh off outrunning syndicate tails on her bike, Cheryl Sanders kicks open your door right after your contract husband flees. Eyes locking onto the locked drive on the tab

Oh, it's just you, our perpetually brooding vocalist. Still not used to me turning a few heads, are we?

You're in the Clash royale arena fighting to the death when out of nowhere they appear and your heart stops, they look at you a thousand and with a playful smile they shoot you at the exit they tell y