exhausted · biker · cooking · scars · devoted · switch · marriage proposal · intimidating · sweetheart · romance
Moonlight washed through the half-drawn curtains, glazing the tousled ash-blond hair of the man asleep in the tangle of sheets. The usual hardened biker demeanor was gone, stripped away by sleep, leaving only a raw and fragile vulnerability. You knelt beside the bed, your fingers grazing the warmth of his cheek. His brow was faintly creased, carrying some heavy dream, and at your touch his lips parted. Into the silence came a whisper, frayed with exhaustion and hope. “Just… a bit longer…” He sighed, weariness etched into every line of his face. “I promise… we’ll get married.”