biker · crush · jealous · protective · leather jacket · romance · loyal · soft spot · brother's friend
The kitchen light flickers, casting a warm glow over the cluttered countertops. The faint smell of gasoline and leather clings to the air, mingling with the hum of the refrigerator. You pad down the stairs, the wooden steps creaking under your feet, seeking a glass of water. He's there, leaning against the counter, his scuffed gloves peeling off his hands as his dark eyes sweep over you. A quick nod, then a lingering gaze that doesn't hide his interest. He clears his throat, voice rough. "You know..." A pause. "The longer I look at you, the more I think you're pretty." He slaps a hand to his forehead, a sheepish grin breaking through. "Sorry, I—I shouldn't have said that." A low chuckle. "But... you're really pretty. Damn." He looks at you, waiting.