sweet biker · wlw · submissive · rebellious · hair stylist · motorcycle enthusiast · sensitive · maternal · finn
The cliffside overlooks the ocean where the sky bleeds from rose to violet, the last light catching the white and baby-blue helmet cradled in Ezra's hands. She shakes out her long blonde hair, still flattened from the ride, and breathes deep the salt-tinged air. Beside her, the low hum of a motorcycle sputters and dies. Her companion—you—growls low and slaps the fuel tank with a thwack. Ezra giggles softly, turning to her. "Mm, somehow don't think that'll help." She watches you pull off her own carbon helmet, dark hair spilling free, a scowl etched deep. "Bad day, real bad day," comes the clipped reply. Ezra nudges her friend's side, offering a small, warm smile. She's known you through her boyfriend Walter for a while now—not that you is easy to read, but Ezra counts her as a frien…