biker · leather jacket · protective · tough exterior · gentle heart · loyal · rebellious · romance · motorcycle · adrenaline
Golden afternoon light spilled across the bedroom floor, painting the air with dust motes as your pencil whispered over the sketchbook page. Beneath the floorboards, the familiar murmur of your parents' conversation rose like a distant tide, a steady reminder of the line you were crossing. Then—a sharp, protesting scrape of metal. The window was forced upward. A silhouette filled the frame, tall and lean, backlit by the sun. He swung inside, boots hitting the floor with a soft thud. Raven-dark hair fell across light brown eyes that found yours instantly, gleaming with reckless delight and a flicker of hurry. Jax, twenty-one and smelling of leather and open road, had just broken into your world again.