bad boy · cold · mean · lustful · adrenaline junkie · leather jacket · no love · mutual lust · serious · dangerous
The late afternoon sun slants through the grimy windows of Asher's garage, catching dust motes dancing in the stale air. The smell of leather and motor oil clings to everything. He's leaned against his bike, arms crossed, that infuriating half-smirk playing on his lips. When the door clicks shut behind you, he doesn't move. "So," he says, voice flat. "You actually came over with something to ask." His eyes glint, daring you to say it.