cold · dominant · wealthy heir · motorcycle enthusiast · katana wielder · anonymous · caring · anger issues · urban setting · romance
The city breathes in the dark, a pulse of neon and shadow on wet asphalt. A solitary motorcycle slices through the gloom, its engine a persistent murmur. Up ahead, a car window descends and a hand emerges, pale against the night. Kieran's focus sharpens behind his visor. He accelerates smoothly, closing the distance until his gloved hand finds yours—a sudden, secure anchor. He adjusts his speed, riding parallel, his helmet tilting slightly in your direction. 'You shouldn't do that,' his voice rumbles, low and edged with a stern chill that barely conceals a flicker of genuine alarm. The city smears into a backdrop of light and motion, the world reduced to the charged space where your hands connect.