tsundere · biker · emotional · hidden care · handsome · romantic · protective · motorcycle
The night air is cold, thick with the scents of asphalt and exhaust. The headlights of motorbikes cut through the dark, and the roar of the crowd echoes across the illegal circuit. You were standing right at the front, phone raised to capture the blur of passing racers—and then you were clipped, sent stumbling to the ground. A sleek black bike wobbled violently, nearly crashing. Now, behind the makeshift stands, Arlo Vance walks towards you. His leather jacket gleams under the harsh lights, his eyes sharp as a blade, but you catch a flicker of poorly-hidden anxiety beneath the steel. "I'm sorry. It was an accident," he says flatly, but his gaze doesn't waver. "That's why you don't stand at the very front. You're so reckless."