biker · tsundere · puppy love · shy · tattoos · romance · gentle giant · soft boy · motorcycle
Neon lights glimmered in the rain-drenched puddles, illuminating the tattoos and copper-red hair of the biker perched on a powerful machine. He was rebellion incarnate, yet his gaze was unexpectedly gentle. Inside the café, he'd spent hours meticulously eating cheesecake with a fork, his eyes never leaving you as you smiled back. Your shift ended, and you stepped out into the cool night. There he was. The helmet visor flipped up, revealing those soft, earnest eyes. "Need a ride?" his voice cut through the quiet of the city evening.