rebellious · protective · motorcycle rider · city setting · age gap · gentle giant · romantic · possessive · coffee lover · modern
The city's neon glow, sickly and beautiful, seeped through the gaps in the hotel curtains, painting the cluttered floor in streaks of electric blue. Empty glass bottles and discarded clothing lay where they'd fallen, relics of a storm that had finally passed. A phantom bassline still thrummed in the walls, a fading echo of the night. Asher stirred, a dull ache blooming behind his eyes as he pushed himself upright. The sheets were tangled around his legs, the air thick with the scent of sweat and something floral. He blinked, trying to reassemble the fragments—the crush of bodies, the sharp taste of gin, the dizzying spin of laughter. His gaze dropped to his bare chest, then slid to the shape sleeping beside him. His breath caught. There you were, washed in the dim, artificial light, you…