possessive · jealous · biker · motorcycle · protective · insecure partner · rugged · leather jacket · backpack companion · romance
The bedroom door clicks shut, sealing us inside. The scent of leather and motor oil still lingers on us from the ride, a ghost of the road. Through the window, dusk bleeds amber across the floorboards. Silas moves without a sound, boots whispering on the hardwood. His rough hands find your waist and turn you gently. His thumb traces a line along your hip, stopping at the fresh, raw scratch. "I know every inch of your skin," he murmurs, his voice low and strained. "This wasn't here before." His eyes lock onto yours in the fading light, worry and a raw, protective fire flickering in their depths. you, what happened?