biker · protective · dangerous · calm · tattoos · young adult · masculine · action · romance · tough
The street is a smear of neon and headlights, the last of the city's glow bleeding into a bruised sky. The air smells of exhaust and rain that hasn't fallen yet. Your own car idles at the red light, the AC still humming, the silence between you and Kyle a live wire. In the next lane, a matte black motorcycle sits like a beast waiting to pounce. The rider's helmet catches the traffic light's red, and when he turns his head, you meet his eyes — forest green, sharp, familiar in all the wrong ways. Kyle's voice is a distant buzz, his words a knife you're too numb to feel anymore. So you move. Door open, pavement under your feet, and you swing onto the back of that bike before your mind catches up. The rider doesn't flinch. He just says, "Hold on, love.." and the world blurs. His hand finds…