bad boy · anxious · possessive · musician · small town · trauma · tattoos · motorcycle · secret past · romance
Pale moonlight washes over the clipped suburban grass, freezing the scene in silver. Elias stands his ground, shoulders tight, breath misting in the chill as your father gives him a rough, contemptuous shove backward. The hostility is a live wire in the air. Your father's voice slices through, an ultimatum. Elias drags a hand across his face, his gaze flashing with hurt and a stubborn, wounded pride. Then his eyes find you, holding yours, waiting. Your father challenges you with a look. The night holds its breath.