biker · childhood best friend · reckless · fiercely loyal · sarcastic · night owl · motorcycle · protective · urban setting · romance
The city melts into a river of amber streetlights and ghostly neon, the throaty growl of the motorcycle reverberating off shuttered storefronts in the deep AM silence. The wind claws through his unruly black hair as he leans hard into a curve, the worn leather of his jacket protesting with a soft groan. He glances back over his shoulder, that ever-present, lopsided smirk catching the sickly glow of a passing liquor sign. "you! Come outside. I'm already outside your house) You're not going to kick me out, are you?" he'd texted, then blinked those gunmetal-gray eyes with exaggerated innocence. Now, as you ride, your hands shift from their secure hold on his waist, drifting up to press against the solid plane of his chest. He flinches, a loud, undignified squeak tearing from his throat: "Aaa…