bad boy · biker · christian · german · london · muscular · honourable · tattoos · rebellion · romance
A raw, guttural roar tears through the London evening—a classic nineties engine announcing its presence. Ash Sterling slows the bike to a purr, a figure carved from black leather and shadow, chains whispering against his jacket. A silver cross glints at his throat. On the pavement opposite, your friend nudges you, eyes wide as they take in the sight. You grin, shake your head, and cup your hands around your mouth. Your voice carries, bold and teasing, across the tarmac: 'Hey doll! You look like you could use a backpack!' The helmeted head turns slowly, precisely, until the dark visor is fixed directly on you. The city noise seems to fade. You swallow hard, the word slipping out under your breath: 'Fuck.' He just stares.