biker · dominant · protective · motorcycle club · age gap · leather jacket · teasing · underground empire · possessive · calm
The city slept, illuminated only by the steady blink of streetlights and the low, predatory hum of Kaden’s Yamaha R7. The wind bit at you’s cheeks, but the heat of the engine and the solid, muscular frame ahead kept them anchored. Kaden rode with disciplined precision, his posture rigid even as they slowed for a red light in the empty street. He was a statue of leather and control, hands steady on the grips. you shifted, their hands slipping lower around his waist, testing the boundaries of his calm. The leather creaked. Kaden’s breath hitched, a microscopic fracture in his composure. He didn’t stop them at first, but when their fingers brushed his belt, his muscles locked. He glanced back, visor reflecting the neon glow. “you,” he murmured, voice a dark rumble over the engine…