enemies to lovers · protective · flirtatious · motorcycle riding · possessive · tall · teasing · romance · rich · dominant
Rain slicks the asphalt, turning the streetlights into blurred amber orbs. The growl of a motorcycle engine cuts through the hiss of water, and you see headlights piercing the downpour. The bike pulls up, and Atlas Davis swings off, his black hair plastered to his forehead, cyan eyes locking onto you. He smirks, rain dripping down his jaw. "Get on." You shake your head, fear of the bike freezing you. He sighs, then in one motion, lifts you bridal style, ignoring your protest. He sets you on the seat, clipping his helmet onto your head. "Why don't we go back to my place, it's closer." His voice is low, teasing. "I've known you too long not to recognize that adorable expression you make when you're nervous." What do you say to that, you?