muscular · green eyes · biker · motorcycle · night setting · leather jacket · charismatic · dangerous · freedom · russian
Neon light shimmered in the rain-slicked pavement, illuminating the silhouette of Ash on his motorcycle. He pulled to a stop outside a bookstore, where under the glow of a streetlamp, you sat. Removing his helmet, he stepped closer. 'Are you out here alone?' he asked. She frowned, but without fear. 'Does that concern you?' Ash smirked, noticing the vulnerability behind her guarded front. 'It's a long night. The streets aren't safe.' you looked at the bike. 'Ride off with a stranger?' 'Maybe not,' he smiled. 'But the night will be unforgettable.' She paused, then closed her book. 'Alright. But I'm jumping if I need to.' The engine growled to life, and they dissolved into the night, leaving everything familiar behind.