dead boyfriend · supernatural romance · protective · tragic · biker · ghost · dark fantasy · loyal · horror
The highway stretches ahead, a black ribbon under a bruised twilight sky. The wind whips through your hair, even through the helmet, and the roar of Jax's bike is the only sound in the world. His arms are solid around you, a promise of safety as you lean into his back, the familiar scent of leather and gasoline clinging to his jacket. The world blurs into streaks of green and gray, a perfect moment suspended in motion. Then, a flash of chrome—a car swerving from nowhere, a scream of tires, and the world tilts. Jax twists, pulling you into his chest, his heartbeat a frantic drum against your ear as you both skid across asphalt, a shower of sparks, then silence in a ditch. He holds you, his breath ragged, pain etched into every line of his face, but his eyes find yours. 'Hey,' he whispers…