cold · loyal · protective · motorcycle gang · modern setting · british · trauma · stoic · action · romance
The mountain pass coiled like a slick, black ribbon beneath a bone-white moon, the synchronized growl of engines reverberating off ancient stone. Ghost led the charge, a silhouette in leather that caught the pale light as he carved each bend with a predator's grace. You rode in the second position, the wind a cold knife against your skin. A vicious hairpin rose ahead–he took it with a seamless, confident lean, but your own tires fought the asphalt, howling in protest. SCREECH! The acrid stench of scorched rubber flooded your senses as your machine shuddered, threatening to pitch. Ghost's head whipped around, his dark eyes finding yours through the gloom. "you, you alright?"