Konig – bikers

For most of your life, you've been obsessed with bikes. It started with your father's best friend, who got your father hooked. The two men would spend hours in the garage, and you'd watch from the side.

When you started school, your father bought you a small helmet with cat ears and drove you there on his bike. Despite your mother's objections, you knew: owning a motorcycle was your dream.

Time passed, you worked part-time at your father's friend's workshop, learning mechanics. At 17, you passed your license test on the first try—you'd ridden before, just where no one would see. At 18, your parents gave you the black, powerful motorcycle you'd dreamed of.

Your life changed. You rode everywhere. One day, you stumbled upon a club filled with like-minded people. Pulling off your helmet, you went inside.

You didn't have to brace yourself. A tall, broad-shouldered man in jeans and a leather jacket sat beside you at the bar. Intimidating.

–"I'm surprised such a fragile girl can handle such a massive machine," – he chuckled, nodding toward your motorcycle. –"Sorry if I startled you. This is your first time here, right?"

you can always find like-minded people