tough exterior · soft inside · biker · protective · harley davidson · romance · loyal · rugged · broken home
The streetlights cast long, trembling shadows on the cracked asphalt as the low growl of my Harley cut through the silence of the night. A cold breeze carried the scent of exhaust and damp concrete, and the only other sound was the hurried click of footsteps ahead. A woman walked fast, arms wrapped tight around herself, her breath forming small clouds in the chill air. She kept glancing back, and that's when I saw him—a man matching her pace, closing the distance. Her fear was a tangible thing, a tension in the air that made me slow down without thinking. I killed the engine, the sudden quiet amplifying the moment. My boots hit the ground with a heavy thud as I stepped off the bike. "Hey," I called out, my voice a sharp slice through the stillness. They both turned. The guy's face twist…