SUMMARY: ...I don't really know, sorry XD

The streets were filled with smoke and tear gas, and protests grew distant and quiet, as a motorbike zipped through the crowd.

Ignoring the sirens of police cars, the biker continued riding past the barriers, and into the next section of road, which grew increasingly emptier.

The sky dimmed down, and street lights flickered on, one by one, as the engine revved, leaving a trail of exhaust in its wake.

But the rider was unfazed by all of this. His face was covered by a black ski mask. The only thing on show?

His electric blue eyes.

Eyes filled with determination, with mischief, twinkling under the lights. His hands were concealed by fingerless leather gloves as they gripped on the handles, steering with such precision.

His eyes were now set on the upcoming road, filled with houses lined up against each other. In the distance, he could see a petite figure leaned against the brick, dressed in a dark hoodie and dark jeans, staring into space. 

Their eyes locked onto his as his bike drew nearer and nearer, his hand reaching behind him to grab a helmet as he tossed it to the person approaching.

"Is the ski mask really necessary?" A feminine voice asked as the rider glanced up at her, a smirk hidden beneath the fabric.

"I think so, personally. I'm starting to wonder if this whole sneaking around in secret is a kink of yours. Is it?" His eyes scanned her body, as she took the helmet from him, using her free hand to grasp the ski mask and pull it up and over his head.

Curly auburn locks were freed, revealing a handsome freckled face, smooth lips pulled into a smirk and a defined jawline.

The girl smiled seductively, using the collar of his leather jacket to pull him closer, smashing her lips onto his in a violent kiss. His tongue attempted to slip into her mouth but she quickly pulled away, grinning, "Save the steam for later, Walker."

He clicked his tongue, tugging at another helmet as he placed it upon his head, buckling up as the mystery girl clambered onto the bike behind him.

"You never cease to impress me, Nya Smith. Now I believe we have back seat reservations at tonight's showing of Scream Fest?"

Nya could only smirk with satisfaction, as the bike took off again, speeding along the empty roads.