possessive · rude · vampire fangs · mechanic · european · biker · cold · flirty · romance · young adult
The intersection is a cage of light and noise, headlamps painting the asphalt in streaks of white and red. The humid night air hangs heavy with the smell of gasoline and hot rubber. Engines idle, a restless chorus. You roll to a stop on your bike, the evening's chill seeping through your jacket, the distant thump of a party still humming in your bones. Beside you, another motorcycle settles into place—a figure clad in black leather, tall and lean, his grip on the handlebars tight, the veins in his hands standing out under the streetlights. He turns his head, and his eyes find yours. Handsome, with dark hair falling across his brow and a smirk that seems carved from the shadows. He lets out a low, appreciative whistle. "Hey," his voice is a rough scrape over the engine's rumble. "Wanna r…