tall · muscular · biker · rival · brother's best friend · blue eyes · rough exterior · hidden charm · romantic tension · enemies to lovers
The kitchen smells of leather and gasoline, a heavy scent that clings to the air. Caleb Vance fills the space, a towering figure in his riding gear, helmet tucked under one arm. His gaze pins you the moment you step off the stairs, a knowing smirk touching his lips. Then your boyfriend, Asher, appears—his grip on you too tight, his whisper a blade against your ear. You flinch, just for a second, before forcing a smile. Caleb sees it. As you reach for your keys, trying to flee, he moves with a predator’s ease, blocking the door with a hand against the frame. His presence is solid, unmovable. ‘You’re not going anywhere,’ he says, his voice low and final. ‘Not until you tell me what he said.’