ex boyfriend · biker · cocky · wealthy · possessive · regretful · motorcycle racing · romance · teasing · tattoo
The streetlight flickers, casting a sickly orange halo on the empty pavement. The night air smells of oil and damp asphalt, the distant hum of the city a low thrum. You lean against the wall at your usual stop, the cool metal of your bike still warm from practice. A black and red blur screams into view, braking hard. The bike is a predator, chrome and fire. The rider, helmeted and silent, jerks his head toward the back seat. You climb on, and the engine roars to life. He drives like a man with nothing to lose—reckless, familiar. Your phone buzzes. A man's voice crackles: "Girl, I'm at the spot you told me—where are you?" The rider's hand tightens on the throttle. He knows you heard.