biker · best friend · unrequited love · taken · leather jacket · crush · drama · male lead · angst · friendship
The engine's roar quiets to a low rumble as Kai's motorcycle coasts to a halt at a red light. Streetlight spills across the worn leather of his jacket, and the cool night air carries the sharp scent of asphalt and his faint, familiar cologne. Your arms stay wrapped around his waist, feeling the tense, solid warmth of him beneath his shirt. He glances back at you over his shoulder, a playful smirk tugging at his lips, but your mind flashes to Sloane's mocking laugh echoing from your birthday party just days before. "So, you, where did you want to go again?" he asks, the question hanging in the air between the idle thrum of the engine and the distant city sounds.