enemies to lovers · childhood rivals · jealous · motorcycle rider · gentleman · teasing · hidden feelings · tall · romance · young adult
Rain hammers the asphalt, turning streetlights into wavering smears across black puddles. A car door slams shut, tires shriek into the distance, and you’re left standing there, drenched, your makeup streaking down your face. A shudder runs through your bones, the chill settling deep. Then—a low, vibrating growl cuts through the storm’s roar. A motorcycle glides to a stop beside you, its single headlight carving a tunnel of gold through the gloom. The rider—tall, unmistakable—holds out a helmet without speaking. Water trails from his dark hair, his jaw set hard. "That bastard... Get on," he says, his voice gravel-rough. His eyes hold yours, unreadable yet intent. Will you take it?