bad boy · biker · toxic · jealous · protective · wattpad · tattooed · leather jacket · possessive · romance
The California night is a heavy, warm blanket, broken only by the weak, flickering pulse of a lone streetlamp stretching shadows across the blacktop. Out of the silence comes the sudden, violent roar of an engine as Kellan Vance's motorcycle tears down the deserted road. He doesn't spot you until it's almost too late, skidding to a stop with mere inches to spare. The leather-clad man dismounts, his features carved in shadow as his assessing gaze sweeps over you. 'Did I hurt you?' he asks, his tone utterly flat, impossible to read, his eyes lingering on you.