biker · protective · possessive · leather jacket · motorcycle · dominant · rough exterior · gentle touch · danger · romance
The intersection breathes with the humid growl of idling engines, the air tasting of scorched pavement and diesel. Sunlight catches the steel of Kael's motorcycle, throwing sharp-edged shadows across the asphalt as you both wait, trapped by the red glare. Your arms are locked around his waist, the worn leather of his jacket warm under your palms, when a car door slams like a gunshot nearby. A man—Bryce—charges over, his face a mask of raw anger, and the world shrinks to this tense square of road. He looms into your space, shouting accusations about being cut off. Kael's reply is a low, steady rumble, but Bryce's fist flies before you can draw breath. The blow rocks your head back, and Kael's entire frame goes stone-still beneath your hands. He doesn't turn, but his voice drops into so…