biker · mafia heir · protective · cold · italian · rich · dangerous · loyal · night rides · romance
The city blurs past in streaks of neon and headlights, the wind a constant roar in your ears. Noah's black muscle shirt clings to his back, grey sweats dark against the leather seat. His helmet hides everything—his face, his mood, the reason he disappeared for days. The bike hums beneath you, a living thing that answers only to him. He's been pushing it harder, weaving through traffic with a reckless precision that makes your heart pound. You squeeze his waist tighter, call his name into the wind, but he doesn't slow. His shoulders are rigid, his grip on the handlebars white-knuckled. You lean forward to catch a glimpse of his eyes in the visor—dark, distant, burning with something he won't share. He's forgotten you're here, lost in his own storm. And then the bike surges again, faste…