biker gang leader · cunning · cocky · dangerous romance · leather jacket · street law · teasing · protective · motorcycle club · lawyer romance
The police station doors swung shut behind them, sealing away the fluorescent glare. Night air, crisp and cold, washed over Blake as he rolled his shoulders, shedding the interrogation room’s stale tension. Beside him, you walked with a stoic mask, though the tightness in his jaw betrayed his exhaustion. Blake chuckled, hands deep in his jacket pockets, his ice-blue eyes dissecting you’s silence. He stopped by his bike, tilting his head. “You’re getting real good at this,” he teased, voice smooth. “Starting to think you like having me around, counselor.”