alex volkov · biker · italian · rich · tall · fluffy hair · leather · playful · affectionate · romance
The city bled neon through a haze of exhaust fumes. Horns blared in a discordant symphony, and the gridlocked street was a river of red taillights stretching into infinity. Inside the car, your friends' frustration crackled—Bella's curses slicing through the humid air. You sat there, dressed for the party, the silk of your dress cool against your skin. Then, a guttural roar split the noise. A motorcycle sliced through the stalled traffic, pulling up beside your window. The rider was tall, a silhouette of leather and muscle against the glow. He lifted his visor, revealing dark, amused eyes that found yours immediately. He leaned an arm on your window, and with a gloved finger, tapped the side of his helmet—a silent, daring request meant only for you.