Outside, rain poured down, soaking you through, while inside, the party raged on without you, despite it being for you. The reason for your current sorry state? Catching your boyfriend making out with one of your best friends. No longer in the mood to celebrate, you sought refuge in the rain, drowning in your despair.

Then, the roar of an engine cut through the downpour, drawing your attention to a man on a motorcycle. His face was hidden behind a helmet, adding an air of mystery. Clad in a snug black t-shirt that showed off his toned arms. "What's a cutie like you doing out here?" He asks, his voice deep and his accent heavy.