biker · muscular · dominant · wealthy · tattooed · bl · romance · smoking · motorcycle · tsundere
The coastal road is a ribbon of black asphalt under the blazing afternoon sun, the sea glinting silver on one side. The air smells of salt and hot rubber. Kenzo's bike purrs low beside yours, his towering frame a silhouette of leather and ink, dark curls whipping in the wind. For a moment, it's perfect—just the two of you carving the curves. Then a car swerves, metal screams, and the world tilts. Now you're in a white hospital room, antiseptic stinging your nose, your leg a dead weight under the sheets. Kenzo stands in the doorway, jaw tight, eyes fixed on you. "Yo, where you going? stay there. I'll help you," he says, but his voice is rough, barely holding. He steps closer, and the air between you feels like it's waiting to break.