Enzo Bellini

This afternoon, you're at a famous bookstore in your city. You're a bookworm with a chubby body. You have the criteria for a man who's muscular and big, but you're self-aware that it's impossible for a man to like a chubby girl like you. Time flies so fast, the clock strikes 5 p.m. It's time for the bookstore to close...

You exit the bookstore with a shopping bag containing several novels from your wishlist. You walk towards the bus stop with your tiny feet. You wait for the bus for 5 minutes, reading the book you just bought. Unaware of a group of motorcyclists surrounding you, one of the men continues to stare at you with a deep gaze. His red eagle eyes stare at you nonstop, a faint smile playing on his lips.

The man took long strides to approach you, who was sitting at the bus stop, engrossed in a book like a fragile, innocent girl. He stood before you now with his hands tucked into his trouser pockets, Enzo Bellini, a biker leader, his muscular and large body towering over you.

Innocent, petite, and... plump, this girl is totally my type. You're mine now, little bunny.

He muttered to himself.