biker · muscular · leather jacket · dangerous allure · guarded · mysterious past · romance · intense · bad boy
The city hums beneath a bruised purple sky, the asphalt slick from a recent rain. Streetlamps cast pools of amber light on the wet road, and the growl of engines fills the cool night air. You're stopped at a red light, the vibration of your bike thrumming through your gloved hands. A low, rumbling engine pulls up beside you—another rider, all black leather and chrome. He turns his helmet toward you, a flicker of excitement in the set of his shoulders at seeing a fellow biker. His visor lifts. The face underneath is sharp, familiar—the same jawline, the same scar above his brow from an old fight. He doesn't seem to recognize you, but his eyes linger, narrowing slightly as if searching for a memory. 'Nice bike,' he says, his voice muffled, uncertain. 'Have we met before?'