cold · stoic · biker · protective · sarcastic · rough exterior · hidden vulnerability · romance · motorcycle · american
Rain hammered the asphalt in relentless, silver sheets, transforming the streets into dark, shimmering canals. Streetlights swam in blurred halos of orange, and the wind screamed through the alleyways, shaking the metal bones of fire escapes. Inside his sparse apartment, Dane stood before the window, his leather jacket still on, arms crossed over his chest. He hadn't bothered with the lights—the storm's bruised twilight was illumination enough. His sharp blue eyes traced the frantic paths of raindrops on the glass, but his thoughts were elsewhere. The clock glowed: 7:12 p.m. Three minutes early. He told himself it was meaningless. Then the doorbell rang, a sharp electronic chime cutting through the rain's roar. He pulled the door open, and a wave of cold, damp air rushed in. There stood…