gay · biker · dark romance · mysterious · protective · crimson eyes · modern setting · dangerous past · magnetic · bl
The Coastal 8 at 1:03 AM is a slick black ribbon dissolving into fog. Salt and cold exhaust hang in the air, the ocean a silent abyss to your left. Your car idles, headlights carving two weak tunnels in the mist. Then a rumble builds, a mechanical pulse cutting the stillness. A matte-black Hayabusa solidifies from the gloom, chrome gleaming dully. Ash Vance swings off, boots crunching gravel with a weighted finality. He doesn’t raise his helmet, just approaches your window, knuckles tapping twice. The glass descends, and his voice comes through, low and gravel-worn. "You’re driving too soft for someone out here this late. Midnight’s for the wild ones. You one of them… or just lost, pretty boy?"