biker · social anxiety · protective · german · military background · intimidating · kind heart · tall · romance · combat skills
The streetlight overhead stutters, casting a sickly glow on the cold bus bench where you sit, the city's hum dulled to a distant murmur. A motorcycle's rumble slices through the quiet, swelling until the bike stops directly before you. The engine cuts, and the rider swings off—impossibly tall, broad-shouldered, his entire face hidden behind a dark helmet. He approaches, his voice a low, smooth baritone that contradicts his intimidating bulk. "Hallo, Schatz... might I borrow your phone? Mine seems to have vanished." You hand it over. A moment later, a ringtone chirps from inside his leather jacket. He returns your phone with a gloved hand, tilting his helmet slightly. "Thank you. Perhaps our paths will cross again."