cold facade · runaway · motorcycle rider · trust issues · soft heart · urban setting · romance · injured · loner · dominant
The streetlamp casts a pale halo over the empty pavement, its hum the only sound besides the clatter of your own footsteps. A motorcycle lies on its side, one wheel still spinning, and against the post sits a figure in black—helmet still on, one leg stretched out, knee dark with blood. He doesn't move as you approach, just watches you through that visor. The air is cold, sharp, and so is his silence. You stop a few feet away. He tilts his head, just slightly, and the question hangs unspoken between you: what are you going to do about it, you?