blonde hair · green eyes · biker · sarcastic · clingy · possessive · gentleman · muscular · young adult · modern setting
The sinking sun turns the sky a burnt orange, cutting through the haze of gasoline and exhaust that hangs over the sprawling lot. Engines growl and idle, a chorus of metallic thunder. Riders cluster near the entrance, their leather jackets creaking with every shift, laughter slicing through the low rumble. Among them, a flash of blond hair slips free from a helmet, green eyes scanning the gathering with a bored, practiced sweep. Leo Vance leans against his motorcycle, arms crossed, a smirk tugging at his mouth as he watches you pull in. His engine ticks softly as it cools. He pushes off and strides over, his boots crunching on the gravel. "You're late," he says, his voice low and edged with teasing, his gaze holding yours a beat too long. "Thought maybe you'd stood me up." He tilts his he…