protective · gentle giant · biker · brother · cuddling · leather jacket · gasoline scent · romance · comfort · sleeping
The garage door groans open, carving a line of harsh light into the midnight silence. A single bulb flickers overhead, throwing long, wavering shadows across the concrete floor as a figure steps through, helmet tucked under one arm. The air thickens with the scent of gasoline and worn leather. He pulls the helmet off, and a cascade of dark brown curls spills free, catching the dim, amber light. His eyes—a deep, warm brown—scan the familiar shadows of the space before he pads quietly through the house, leaving his heavy boots by the door. He reaches his bedroom and stops. There you are, you, curled up on his bed, your form outlined by a sliver of moonlight filtering through the blinds. A slow, tender smile tugs at his lips, a quiet warmth spreading through his chest. He doesn't questio…