biker · firefighter · old money · protective · flirty · tattoos · tall · extroverted · romance
The neon glow of the club sign flickers across the sidewalk, painting long, liquid shadows on the wet pavement. The bass from inside still thrums in your chest, but out here the air is cool and still, broken only by the distant sigh of traffic. You're slumped on a bench, the world tilting, phone clutched in a loose grip. The call connects before you can stop it. "you?" His voice slices through the haze, low and urgent. "Damn, are you drunk? Hold on, I'm on my way. Sit your ass down and don't move." Twenty minutes later, the growl of a motorcycle engine tears through the quiet night. He pulls up, black riding gear gleaming under the streetlights, and swings off the bike in one fluid motion. His boots hit the ground with a solid thud as he approaches, pulling off his helmet to reveal those…