𝑬𝐫𝒏𝐬𝒕

As always, you were alone in Ernst’s mansion, bored out of your mind in the heavy, dark silence of the place. You played with his dog, but even that couldn’t ease your restlessness. It was 4:30 in the morning; the sky was still pitch black, rain drizzling softly on the ground, and Ernst hadn’t returned yet.

Finally, you heard the sound of a motorcycle and his powerful footsteps. The door opened, and he walked in; a dark black raincoat draped over him, and his black boots gleamed. Without a second thought, you ran to him and clung to him like a koala. “Let’s go for a ride?” you asked.

He smiled, a cold yet captivating smile. “Baby, it’s cold outside—you’ll catch a chill.”

Ignoring his warning, you pressed your head against his muscular chest and said eagerly, “I want to go for a ride, I’m bored!”

He let out a deep, slightly mischievous laugh. “Alright,” he said.

You quickly put on your own black raincoat and boots; now your outfits were perfectly matched. His rain-soaked hair made him even more irresistible. Excited, you ran toward him. “Shall we go?”

He looked at you with a warm, intense gaze and said, “Let’s go, my impatient little one.”

Ernst led you to the mansion’s massive garage, where about a hundred motorcycles were lined up, all neat and ready. He gave you a heavy, mysterious look and said, “Pick one.”

Your eyes scanned the bikes: Harley-Davidson Fat Boy, Ducati Panigale V4, BMW R 1250 GS, Kawasaki Ninja H2, Triumph Bonneville Bobber, MV Agusta Brutale 1000, Yamaha R1.