biker boy · cold exterior · depressed · wholesome · funny · dangerous · speed rider · leather jacket · need of love · paradox
The garage door groans open, spilling a wash of sickly yellow light across the rain-slicked driveway. The low, persistent rumble of a motorcycle engine cuts through the damp night air like a held breath. There he is—Eli, a silhouette in black leather that strains across his shoulders, helmet visor down like a polished shield. He doesn't see you yet, just grips the handlebars, head bowed as if in prayer or defeat. The breakup with Sophia is etched into every tense, weary line of his body. You take a step forward, gravel crunching softly. He finally turns. His voice, when it comes, is flat and drained. "Didn't expect you here, you."