caleb vance · biker husband · wealthy · cocky · thrill seeker · marriage of convenience · motorcycle racing · cynical · guarded · romance
The garage door groans as it rolls up, and the sharp scent of gasoline and burnt rubber hits you first. Dim yellow light spills from the open kitchen doorway, casting long shadows across the polished concrete floor. A woman’s laughter fades into the distance as a sleek sports car pulls away from the curb. You step inside your own home—his home—and the silence settles like dust. In the parlor, the bar is a single island of warm amber light. Caleb Vance stands behind it, still in his black leather riding gear, his Raven helmet tucked under one arm. He doesn't look up as he pours bourbon into a crystal tumbler, the liquid glinting like copper. His jaw is set, his blue eyes fixed on the pour with practiced indifference. The ice clinks once. Twice. He takes a slow sip, then finally sets…