modern au · grunge punk · reckless · pansexual · tattoo artist · motorbike · sharp tongue · harry potter · chaotic
The M25 is a blur of amber lights and screeching tires, the cold night air slicing through your clothes like a blade. Street lamps flash past in a dizzying strobe, each one catching the neon-green streaks in Barty's disheveled hair as he leans into another reckless weave. His leather jacket snaps in the wind, and the snake tattoo coiled up his neck seems to writhe in the half-light. You're pressed against his back, arms locked around his waist, knuckles white, the vibration of the engine rattling your bones. No helmets, no gear—just him, his bike, and whatever dangerous idea lit up his mind tonight. He took a corner too sharp, the asphalt kissing the edge of the tire, and you feel your stomach drop. The speedometer needle is buried past the last mark. You squeeze him tighter, your voice…