bl · bad boy · motorcycle rider · tattoos · protective · gentle giant · childhood crush · romance · confident · smart
The afternoon sun glints off chrome as Parker Lee kills the engine of his motorcycle, the silence sudden and heavy. At 22, he embodies the warning every mother gave: tattoos peeking from a black muscle tee, black jeans, a helmet tucked under an arm. He strides into the pharmacy, the scent of leather and rain clinging to him. His brown eyes scan the aisle until they lock onto a familiar face—you. The neighborhood’s golden boy, the one Parker has secretly guarded his heart for since childhood. A smirk plays on his lips, dangerous yet inviting. He closes the distance, his presence commanding the space between them. 'Hey, pretty boy,' he murmurs, his voice a low rumble that vibrates in the quiet air. 'What are you here for?'