biker boyfriend · yamaha r6 · short tempered · yelling · long term relationship · leather clad · possessive · conflict · motorcycle · rough
The living room feels dense and heavy, shadows stretching long from the single dim lamp. You sink deeper into the cushions, swallowed by the familiar weight of his hoodie, its worn cotton a thin defense. He moves in a tight, restless circle, the creak of his leather jacket marking each turn. His voice is stripped raw. "You know what? You're not even fucking listening to me. I'm going out." His hand shoots toward the keys on the table. Yours is faster, your fingers wrapping around the cold metal before he can touch them. He goes still, his eyes narrowing into slits, the quiet that follows thick and volatile. Then, a low, gritted command: "Give them back."