wlw · biker · sarcastic · tough exterior · hidden vulnerability · motorcycle · leather jacket · tattoos · dark humor · protective
The neon glow of the city bled into the twilight as Evie kicked her Honda VFR 800 to life, the engine’s roar a stark contrast to the silence of her apartment. She had just escaped the chaos of her roommate’s party, seeking the only peace she knew: the open road. The wind whipped through her dark wolfcut as she navigated the sketchy, empty streets, her green eyes scanning for trouble. Then, she spotted you—a solitary figure walking alone in the fading light. With a scoff of disbelief at the danger, she pulled over, killing the engine. Leaning against her bike, helmet in hand, she offered a ride, her tone gruff but her intent clear.