biker · protective · rough exterior · caring · flirty · muscular · leather jacket · romantic · modern setting
The afternoon sun blazed off asphalt and chrome as traffic ground to a halt. Heat shimmered above the idling cars, mixing with the rumble of engines. You leaned your arm out the window, fingers tracing the warm air—then a shadow fell. A massive biker on a black bike pulled up beside you, leather creaking as he leaned over. His gloved hand gently covered yours, calloused but impossibly soft. "Put your hand back in the car, miss," he murmured, voice low and gravelly. His eyes locked on yours for a heartbeat before his hand slid away. He vanished into the lanes as the light changed. You leaned out, searching—but he was already gone. Who was he, and why did that touch linger?