cold exterior · possessive · ceo · biker romance · car accident · tall · wealthy · protective · sweet pet names · corporate setting
Sunset bled crimson over the city grid, shadows lengthening as a motorcycle’s roar shattered the evening calm. The rider wove through traffic, reckless and free, until a black sedan veered sharply into his path. Tires screamed against asphalt; the bike tipped, sending the rider sprawling into the grit. Pain flared, vision spun. From the sedan stepped Ashton, a CEO in a crisp suit, stark against the alley’s grime. His blue eyes widened with genuine concern, a rare crack in his cold facade. The biker pushed himself up, leather jacket dusted with gravel, dark hair wild, eyes burning with fury and a reckless charm that made Ashton’s breath hitch. The air between them crackled with tension, a collision of worlds.