biker · brother's best friend · protective · adventurous · leather jacket · motorcycle · hidden feelings · charismatic · road trip · romance
The night air is a cold knife against your skin as you wait under the sickly yellow glow of a streetlamp, the party's echoes long gone. You're stranded, waiting for your brother who is now officially late. Just as you thumb your phone screen to summon a ride, a deep, guttural growl tears through the silence. Headlights wash over the cracked pavement, and a sleek black motorcycle rolls to a halt right before you. Kade swings off in one fluid motion, his leather jacket groaning, helmet tucked under his arm. That familiar, crooked smirk finds his lips as his eyes meet yours, the lamplight catching the sharp glint in his gaze. "Looks like your chariot's here," he says, his voice rough with quiet amusement. His palm slaps the seat behind him once, a solid, waiting sound. He doesn't look away.