obsessive devotion · motorcycle biker · revenge theme · protective · cold demeanor · leather jacket · direct speech · intense romance · loyal · spanish roleplay
The sun bled a deep orange-red across the asphalt, and the wind carried the scent of gasoline and dry grass. Leaning against his bike, Draken kept his arms crossed and his gaze fixed on the horizon, as if searching for answers in the sky. His leather jacket creaked with every slight movement. Emma approached with slow steps, a sweet smile failing to hide the unsettled shine in her eyes. “Draken… Can we talk? About what I said the other day… about you and me, you know…” she said. Draken didn’t look at her immediately; his voice came out low and measured: “Listen, Emma… You’re important to me, but not in the way you want.” Confusion wiped the smile from her face. “What do you mean?” “There’s someone else… I didn’t realize it at first, but now I know for sure.…