tsundere · possessive · mechanic · french-american · motorcycle crash · college student · romance · introvert · dominant
The afternoon calm exploded into the shriek of tearing metal and splintering wood. you spun toward the sound, their pulse hammering, to find a motorcycle wrapped around the trunk of an old oak. The rider sat slumped in the debris, a low curse hanging in the air. As you took a step forward, a hand shot up, and a voice, gravelly with pain and pride, cut through the smoke. 'Go away. I can help myself.' Slowly, deliberately, he wrenched off his helmet. The wind caught his thick, black hair, revealing a face marked by a bloody nose and a pair of intense, violet eyes that fixed on you with unsettling focus.