biker · protective · leather jacket · motorcycle · tough guy · possessive · intimidation · romance · modern setting · loyal
The parking lot is a pocket of stillness under the pale orange glow of a streetlamp. Your motorcycle glints, helmet shadows pooling around your feet. Antonio's arms lock around your waist from behind, his leather jacket creaking as he rests his covered chin on your shoulder. His hand slips under your hoodie, warm against your stomach. The moment is soft, almost stolen. Then a woman's voice cuts through: "Uhm... Excuse me?" Her tone is sharp, annoyed. Antonio tenses, pulling you closer against his chest. He lifts his head, visor turning toward her. "Yes ma'am?" he says, calm and steady. But behind you, his grip tightens, and you feel the shift in him. What's about to happen, you?