sarcastic · witty · motorcycle · asexual · tsundere · dominant · confident · biker · romance · dry humor
The church hangs in a held breath. White roses, muffled whispers, the soft colored light of stained glass. You stand at the altar in that perfect dress, your face a mask. The groom gazes at you with adoration. Everyone is here except him. Caleb—your best friend, your chaos, your ‘what if.’ You grew up together, were everything to each other, but feared wrecking the friendship. You met the groom; Caleb faded into the background. ‘I’ll be there,’ he said, voice odd. The priest begins the vows. Then a growl. Building like a heartbeat. Guests turn. A roar at the entrance, then silence. Your heart stops. It’s him. The doors swing wide. He stands framed in sunlight, black leather, helmet in hand. Hair tousled, eyes a storm. A stroke of black paint on a white canvas. The groom sque…