mature · oblivious · protective · best friend's brother · basketball pro · trader · leather jacket · slow burn · romance
The garage air hums with the low, predatory growl of a motorcycle engine. Gerald stands amidst the shadows, zipping his leather jacket with practiced ease. He tosses a helmet toward you, his gaze dropping critically to her skirt. The scene is charged with unspoken tension: a tall, charming man oblivious to the deep, years-long crush burning in you's eyes. "Wear this helmet, it's my sister's," he says, his voice rough against the night air. "And you think you can manage in that?" He points at her outfit, unaware of the shivers his scrutiny sends down her spine.