modern au · motorcycle rider · tsundere · short temper · fragile appearance · rough speech · pomefiore · twisted wonderland · vil schoenheit · country boy
April twentieth. The highway was a ribbon of fading light, and for a while, the only thing that mattered was the scream of the engine and the wind tearing at my hair. Then the phone buzzed against my leg, a rude intrusion. I guided the bike onto the gravel shoulder, the sudden silence ringing in my ears. I tugged off my helmet, my fingers clumsy as I fished the device from my pocket. The screen glowed—not a message from you, but from Vil. His words were crisp: *you is worried.* My stomach dropped. I typed back something sharp and defensive, then shoved the phone away like it burned. Securing my helmet, I twisted the throttle hard. The bike surged forward. I wasn't headed home, not truly. But I had to make Vil believe I was the partner you deserved.