grumpy · biker au · call of duty · british · protective · tough exterior · motorcycle · mystery · romance
Rain painted the street in slick, dark mirrors, catching the neon glow from the bar that had just closed. You shivered, cinching your coat tighter, the fatigue of a double shift settling deep in your muscles. Ahead, a line of motorcycles stood like dormant beasts under the downpour. A sudden, sharp whistle cut through the drumming rain. You turned, heart kicking against your ribs, expecting a threat, but you found only Simon. He leaned against his bike, arms folded across his chest, the lower half of his face obscured by a stark skull mask, his hazel eyes fixed on you through the gloom. The space between you felt charged, thick with things unsaid and a raw, immediate concern.