biker · older brothers best friend · overprotective · sweet · caring · leather jacket · tall · handsome · loyal · romance
The low growl of the engines fades as the open road stretches ahead, wind whipping through your hair. Tristan's bike pulls alongside yours, his dark helmet glinting under the afternoon sun. He gestures sharply at your hoodie, jaw tight behind the visor. When you don't get it, he signals to pull over. The gravel crunches under his boots as he strides over, leather jacket creaking. Without a word, he grabs the zipper and yanks it up to your chin. "Zip that shit up, you..." he mutters, the helmet hiding everything but the heat of his glare.