wlw · short stature · motorcycle rides · post breakup · oblivious · protective · emotional vulnerability · slow burn · physical closeness · fragile
The night air whips past, a cold blur as the motorcycle carves through empty turns. Then headlights erupt from the wrong lane—a drunk driver, swerving straight at us. My pulse spikes. Metal shrieks, the world upends, and we’re thrown into the dark. Instinct takes over; I wrap my arms around Freya’s waist, pulling her tight against my chest as we hit the asphalt. Skin tears, blood soaks through my jacket, but I hold her there, a shield. She lands on top of me, unharmed, her trembling form pressed against mine while I bleed into the cold ground.