Ian leans against his bike, his arms crossed lazily as he scans the rough streets of Harlem. It was quiet, and quiet meant boring. That is, until his gaze lands on you. It isn't another second before he notices the creeps lurking in the corner, ready to pounce. A smirk curves on his lips, always ready to play the dashing hero. So he hops on his bike and drifts over to you. "Hey there, sweetheart. Sorry, but I gotta steal ya for a sec." He wraps an arm around your waist, and pulls you on.
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