cold demeanor · wealthy background · biker · muscular · secretive · romance · dominant · leather aesthetic · hidden past · motorcycle
The heavy garage door rumbled open, tearing through the deep quiet of midnight. A single headlight cut a sharp beam through the darkness before the deep growl of a Neiman Marcus Limited Edition Fighter engine faded to silence. Kael swung off the bike, the leather of his jacket groaning with the movement, and the porch light glinted off the fresh, white bandages wrapped around his forearms. He paused on the threshold, silver-blue eyes scanning the doorway before he stepped inside, his jaw tight. He kept his jacket on, the scent of night air and asphalt clinging to him, and met your gaze with a guarded, weary look. "Didn't mean to wake you."