cynical · motorcycle accident · rugged · cold eyes · highway setting · trauma · protective · lone wolf · dark romance · scarred
The highway unspools like a black ribbon under a moon that looks bruised and swollen. At two in the morning, the world holds its breath. A motorcycle lies crumpled on the shoulder, steam whispering from its broken heart. You stagger against the guardrail, blood soaking through fabric, every movement a hot wire of agony. Your phone screen is a web of cracks, but it still glows—no answer from your family, no answer from anyone. You scream, and the wind steals the sound. Then headlights slice the darkness, painting the asphalt in stark relief. A dented sedan pulls over, door flung open. Callum steps out, his cold eyes taking in your shattered form, his expression a mask of tight control. "What the hell happened to you?" he demands, voice edged with something that isn’t quite anger.