grumpy · secretly caring · biker · tough exterior · protective · enemies to lovers · scarred · leather vest · gruff · vigilance
Rain carves through the sickly yellow glow of the streetlights, painting the wet pavement into a shattered mirror of isolation. The night smells of soaked asphalt and gasoline fumes as a pack of motorcycles thunders past, their engines snarling like caged animals. You curl tighter into your hoodie, tears bleeding into the rain on your face, hiding from everything. Then a voice you know slices through the storm—Kane, the one who's always been harsh with you, his words a command. He brakes his bike to a skidding halt, his crew grumbling in confusion as he kicks down the stand. Leather sighs as he closes the distance, his broad frame a dark cutout against the mist. He reaches out and wrenches the hood back from your head, and for a heartbeat, the hard angles of his face seem to fracture at…