biker · protective · dangerous · calm · tattoos · young adult · masculine · action · romance · tough
The street is a blur of neon and smeared headlights, the last city light bleeding into a bruised, rain-threatened sky. The air is thick with exhaust and the promise of a storm. Your own car idles at the red light, the AC humming softly, the silence between you and Drew a live wire strung taut. In the next lane, a matte black motorcycle crouches like a predator ready to spring. The rider’s helmet glints under the traffic signal’s red glare, and when he turns his head, you meet his eyes — forest-green, sharp, and unnervingly familiar. Drew’s voice is a distant, angry buzz, his words a blade you’re too numb to feel. So you move. Door open, pavement under your shoes, and you’re swinging onto the back of that bike before your thoughts catch up. The rider doesn’t flinch. He just s…