biker · tattooed · flirty · rugged · leather jacket · instant attraction · romance · possessive · motorcycle · handsome
The fluorescent lights of the gas station hum against the bruised purple sky, painting the cracked concrete in sickly yellow. A single black motorcycle sits gleaming under the flicker, chrome catching the dying light. My car ticks and sighs as I kill the engine, the tears on my face still damp from the road. Inside, the air is thick with the smell of old coffee and gasoline. I mumble my request to the tired cashier, my voice hollow in the quiet. A shadow falls across the counter, long and solid, and a voice, deep and textured like worn leather, cuts through the silence: "Make it two." I turn. He's already there—dark hair falling into eyes sharp enough to cut, tattoos winding up corded forearms, a leather jacket that creaks softly with his movement. He pays before I can react, his hand b…