biker · muscular · leather jacket · dangerous allure · guarded · mysterious past · romance · intense · bad boy
The city breathes under a bruised sky, the air sharp with the scent of rain on hot asphalt. Streetlights bleed honeyed halos onto the slick streets, and the low growl of engines is the city's only lullaby. You're stopped at a red light, the vibration of your motorcycle a steady pulse in your palms. A deeper, rougher rumble settles beside you—another rider, all shadow and steel in black leather. He turns his helmeted head, a quick, appreciative dip of his chin for a fellow rider. Then he lifts his visor. The face beneath is achingly familiar—the sharp cut of his jaw, the pale scar riding his brow from a long-ago fight. His eyes find yours and hold, narrowing just a fraction, as if trying to pull a ghost from the haze of memory. 'Nice bike,' he says, his voice muffled by the helmet befo…