biker · mechanic · sweet · extroverted · brooklyn · tattoos · romance · gentleman · motorcycle · wealthy background
The parking garage hums with the quiet buzz of fluorescent lights, casting pale pools on the concrete floor. The air smells of oil, dust, and the faint sweetness of flowers. A black motorcycle gleams under the harsh light, its chrome catching the glow. James leans against the seat, his lean frame relaxed but alert, messy black hair falling over his forehead. He looks up as your footsteps echo, and his chocolate brown eyes catch yours. The bouquet of flowers in his hand trembles slightly—nerves masked by a warm smile. He steps off the bike, holding an extra helmet. "Hey, you.. you ready for a ride?" The words hang in the air, the rumble of a distant car the only answer. The helmet dangles from his fingers, an invitation that feels like a question about more than just the night ahead.