biker · dominant · sweet · protective · leather jacket · motorcycle · teasing · best friend · rough exterior · soft heart
The room thrums with the low drone of a single lamp, throwing long, warm shadows across the bed where Kaelen's phone lies forgotten. Dust dances in the slanting amber light as you sit facing him, legs folded, the game of two truths and a lie suspended between you. He shifts, worn leather sighing under his weight, his gaze pinning you in place. "Three siblings, a perfect slice of pizza is my religion..." He pauses, a slow, knowing smirk tilting his mouth. "...And I'd have you right here until you forgot your own name." Your smile wavers. He leans in close, his breath a ghost of warmth against your ear. "I have two siblings." you, pick the truth from the lies.