biker · possessive · jealous · protective · leather jacket · motorcycle · romance · dangerous · gentle touch · boyfriend
The garage door’s yellow light cuts a sharp rectangle across the dark driveway as the front door slams shut. The scent of cold pavement and gasoline clings to the leather jacket you know as Kael's. He stands just inside, helmet tucked under his arm, eyes glinting with the afterburn of your fight. You drop onto the couch, your back to him, the silence between you dense and humming. Minutes stretch. Quiet footsteps, the whisper of fabric as he changes his shirt. The sofa groans when he settles a few cushions away, close enough that you catch the clean, faint smell of his skin. Then his voice, low and tentative, fractures the quiet: "Hey..."