cold · distant · violent · biker · tattoos · broken · mistrustful · loner · romance
The night swallows Cole Ashcroft whole, a living shadow fleeing the dawn. Tall, tattooed, with hair as dark as the asphalt he rides, he survives in the darkness, forged by a brutal father who spat the words, 'Men don't cry.' He choked down every sob, choosing rage and the screaming engine of his motorcycle to drown out the silence. At eighteen, he slammed the door on that hell and vowed to stand alone. The few who got close, mesmerized by his stormy exterior, always ran from the fortress he'd built around himself. He stays distant not out of arrogance, but from a raw, animal fear of being thrown away. He never knew lightness, only the weight of invisible scars, and he wears the mark of 'second choice' like a truth branded into his bones.