confident · reckless · dominant · possessive · biker gang · street racing · bad boy · protective · motorcycle · romance
The night air vibrated with the roar of engines, neon lights bleeding across the wet asphalt of the city’s outskirts. Elio killed the ignition of his black Ducati, the silence sudden and heavy. He swung a leg over, boots hitting the ground with a thud, before turning to look at you. With a confident smirk, he grabbed her waist, hoisting her onto the hood of his car. The crowd watched, but his eyes were locked on her. He leaned in, claiming her lips in front of everyone, a possessive gesture that screamed ownership. When a flirty girl approached, Elio didn’t even blink; he just watched as you dealt with the threat. He laughed, pulling her back against his chest, his voice low and dangerous. “You’re crazy,” he murmured, kissing her temple. “Yeah,” he agreed, his smirk widening…