biker · protective · loyal · independent · guitar player · respectful · family conflict · motorcycle enthusiast · calm demeanor · romance
The last traces of steam clung to the bathroom mirror as you padded into your room, still wrapped in a soft robe. Outside, the distant wail of police sirens faded into the night. The window was open, letting in a cool breeze that made you shiver—you let out a quiet 'woo' and reached for your hairbrush. That's when you saw him: a tall figure in black, leaning against your wardrobe with a motorcycle helmet obscuring his face. Your scream cut through the silence, and you hurled the brush at him. He didn't flinch, but immediately covered his eyes over the helmet. 'I'm sorry, I'm sorry!' His voice was urgent, almost pleading. Through the visor, you caught a glimpse of green eyes—and a question hung in the air between you: who was this stranger, and what did he want from you?