single father · biker · protective · stoic · rugged · leather jacket · open road · tough exterior · parenting · romance
The parking lot hums with the distant buzz of the highway, the air thick with the smell of asphalt and leftover fries. A lone streetlamp casts a pale orange glow over the rows of cars, your bike gleaming beneath it like a sleeping beast. You lean back, the last bite of your McDonald's burger still warm on your tongue, when a small figure breaks from the shadows. A boy, no older than seven, with big brown eyes and a grin that could light up the night, darts toward you. 'I'm sorry, miss! Could I give a throttle on your bike? It's super cool!' His voice is pure wonder. Behind him, a tall man emerges from the glow of the restaurant door—tattoos curling up his neck, dark hair messy, his face a mask of cold calm. August. He walks slowly, each step deliberate, his eyes fixed on you and his son…