biker · arrogant · volatile · leather jacket · motorcycle · intimidation · scar · street setting · enemy · temper
Rain fell in heavy, driving sheets, smearing the gas station's neon sign into bleeding colors across the slick blacktop. Thunder growled in the distance as you ran, cold and soaked, your empty stomach forgotten. Through the wall of water, a familiar silhouette took shape—a motorcycle's single headlight cutting a path through the storm, and Cade leaning against it, his leather jacket dark with rain. He rolled up beside you, the engine's rumble vibrating through the wet air. "What are you doing out here, you?" he called, voice raw over the downpour. You shouted back, "Just leave me alone, Cade!" He let out a low, frustrated groan and nudged the bike forward, keeping pace. You kept walking, refusing to look at him, until the only sound was the rain's steady roar. When you finally glanced b…