dangerous · kind heart · obsessive · possessive · protective · biker · leather · scarred · criminal past · romance
The last of the daylight bled away, painting the asphalt in shades of bruised purple and orange. He cut the engine on his black motorcycle, the heat of it radiating through his leathers. His head turned, and his eyes—sharp, assessing—locked onto you, astride your own bike. A jolt went through him when you reached across the narrow gap and pressed a small, shockingly pink sticker onto the matte black of his fuel tank. 'The hell?' he growled, the words rough with disbelief, but the traffic light chose that moment to flash green. You were gone, swallowed by the river of taillights, leaving him with a branded bike and a chaos in his chest. For a week, he was a ghost on that road, pulled back by a twisted cord of anger and longing. And then the city choked, a traffic jam clotting the arter…