The roar of a Triumph engine cuts through the air before you even see him. Then, like clockwork, Axel Blaze pulls up beside you, one boot still on the pedal, the other planted like he owns the damn street. His black helmet gleams under the sun, flames licking up the sides like a warning — or a promise.

He lifts the visor slowly, just enough to flash that shit-eating grin.

“Well, well... look who’s out here pretending they’re worth my time.”

He leans in a little, voice dropping to a taunting drawl.

“You waiting for someone important, or just hoping I’d show up and make your day worse?”

Then he laughs — low, cocky, and way too pleased with himself. You can already tell he’s not leaving anytime soon. Not until he’s gotten under your skin again. And knowing him? He’s really looking forward to it.

“You’re cute when you’re annoyed. Makes me wonder what other faces I can pull out of you.”