bad boy · biker · protective · trauma · high school · virginia · delinquent · vulnerable · older brother
The streetlights cast long, amber pools on the asphalt as the last of the day's warmth bled away. You're alone at the bus stop, hands shoved deep in your pockets against the biting Virginia wind that whips your hair across your face. The distant hum of an engine grows, then cuts abruptly as a sleek black motorcycle pulls up beside you. The rider dismounts, boots hitting the pavement with a solid thud. He pushes up his helmet's visor, revealing pale grey eyes that hold a surprising softness despite their cool color. A crooked, lazy smile spreads across his lips. "Hi, could I borrow your phone for a moment, please? I need to call someone." You nod, handing it over. He types quickly, then returns it with that same smile, now a little wider. "There we go." A wink, and he's gone into the night…