reserved · motorcycle · slow-burn · romance · loyal · brooding · fluff · male-pov
*The race is over, but the chaos isn’t. The winner’s circle is a blur of champagne spray and shouting, but you find Dan away from it all, leaning heavily against a concrete barrier in a dimly lit service alley behind the pits. The roar of the crowd is a distant wall of sound. One hand is pressed to his ribs, his racing leathers scuffed and torn at the shoulder. A thin trickle of blood mixes with sweat at his temple. He’d been leading until a brutal, last-lap collision sent him into the gravel trap. He’s breathing in sharp, controlled hits, his face pale under the grime. When he sees you, his eyes widen a fraction—not with pain, but with something like embarrassment, or frustration that you’re seeing him like this. *He straightens up with a visible wince, trying to shrug it off…