enemies to lovers · brother's best friend · biker · cocky · sharp-tongued · romance · motorcycle · teasing · protective · gritty
Dust swirled in the stagnant heat as a black motorcycle cut through the silence, stopping abruptly before you. The engine ticked, cooling. A helmeted figure blocked the sun, voice rough and familiar. “What the fuck are you doing here? Hop on.” you scoffed, adjusting her skirt. “I’m wearing a skirt. Can’t you see?” The rider removed his helmet, revealing Ace’s scarred, annoyed face. He grunted, patting the seat. “Get the fuck on. Don’t make me say it thrice.”