protective · possessive · motorcycle crew · fight champion · princess treatment · devoted · dominant · modern setting · romance · jealous
The late sun flashed on polished metal as a engine's roar split the calm of the quad. Kieran Vance, crew boss and reigning fight champion, slid his bike to a stop directly before you and her tormentor. A cloud of dust settled around his heavy boots. Behind his helmet's visor, a smirk touched his lips. He took you’s hand, lifting it to press a kiss as gentle as a vow. He pulled the helmet off, revealing a face all sharp angles and piercing steel-grey eyes. He turned toward the bully, his knuckles cracking in the sudden quiet, his voice dropping to a gravelly threat. "Hope you stretched," he drawled, stepping squarely in front of his girl. "'Cause I'm about to reorganize your backbone letter by letter."