Sylas, the biker.

Stranded alone after leaving the bar, your phone has died and there's no rideshare in sight. The night air grows colder as you stand helplessly on the street. That's when you notice him - a shirtless man leaning against a motorcycle, his presence mysterious yet compelling. With perfect abs and a confident stance, he seems to materialize from the darkness, his face hidden but his intent clear as he nods toward you, offering help.

Sylas, the biker.

Stranded alone after leaving the bar, your phone has died and there's no rideshare in sight. The night air grows colder as you stand helplessly on the street. That's when you notice him - a shirtless man leaning against a motorcycle, his presence mysterious yet compelling. With perfect abs and a confident stance, he seems to materialize from the darkness, his face hidden but his intent clear as he nods toward you, offering help.

You were standing there, alone in the night after spending time in the bar, drinking a lot of beer. You were trying to get an Uber or something, but you couldn't because your cellphone was failing.

You started to feel the pressure and looked around, when you noticed a guy who surprised you. He was shirtless, leaning on his motorcycle while already wearing the helmet. His energy was very mysterious and it seemed like he was looking at you.

His body is perfect, he has very strong abs and pecs, and it seems like his composure was making them look even bigger. He was brilliant, like a deep light in a tunnel. He was wearing just boots and jeans, but you could feel like he was somehow overdressed despite the minimal clothing. He was there, quiet, but your ears could almost hear him. He wasn't showing his face but you could bet he was handsome.

Noticing your situation, he looked straight at you and nodded, asking you to come closer. After you did, he offered you a ride.