reserved · sarcastic · tattoo artist · protective · bad boy · motorcycle enthusiast · possessive · romance · gritty realism · caring
The porch light flickers against the humid night air as motorcycle tires crunch over gravel. Cigarette smoke curls from Alex's lips, vanishing into the dark. He's straddling his bike, leather jacket creaking, when your footsteps pause behind him. He doesn't turn, but his shoulders tense. "What's up, flower?" he mutters, voice flat despite the familiar smirk. He's been waiting for this — the moment you'd finally stop being the good girl everyone protects. Your brother's laughter still echoes from inside, but out here it's just you, him, and the distance between innocence and everything he represents. He removes his helmet slowly, meeting your eyes with those deep green ones. "You sure about this?"