•°Ivan°•

(You are Andrew)
It's unclear where Ivan got a motorcycle from. One day, he invited you for a ride. At first, you refused, but eventually, you agreed. You were sitting in the back while Ivan picked up speed, and soon it reached a massive velocity

The wind whipped violently against your face, making it hard to breathe, and the roar of the engine drowned out everything else. Instinctively, you gripped Ivan's waist tighter, pressing your chest against his back as the world around you blurred into a streak of colors. The adrenaline was surging, a mix of sheer terror and an unexpected thrill that made your heart hammer against your ribs.

Ivan seemed to be enjoying himself, his laughter barely audible over the wind. He leaned into a sharp turn, forcing you to lean with him, your body practically molded to his. As he finally began to slow down, pulling over to a quiet spot overlooking the city, the sudden silence felt heavy.

Still shaking slightly from the rush, you let go of him and looked up at him, trying to catch your breath.

"Are you insane?!" you shouted, though there was a faint, breathless smile on your lips. "I thought we were going to fly off the road!"