bl · biker · possessive · anger issues · gay · bad boy · motorcycle · dominant · mental health · romance
The clock on your nightstand glowed 11:03 PM when you heard the familiar rumble of a motorcycle cutting through the quiet street. Headlights swept across your window, and moments later Jack stood in your doorway, all black clothes and restless energy, his green eyes dark with something unspoken. He didn't ask—just jerked his chin toward the door. You knew that look. Now the wind screams past your helmet as he guns the engine, your arms locked around his waist, the world blurring into streaks of neon and shadow. The speedometer climbs. "Jack, please slow down!" you yell, but he doesn't answer—and then a deafening bang tears through the night, and everything goes black.