grumpy · biker au · call of duty · british · protective · tough exterior · motorcycle · mystery · romance
Rain slicked the pavement, reflecting the neon haze of the closing bar. you shivered, coat pulled tight, the weight of a long shift heavy in their bones. Ahead, a row of motorcycles stood like silent sentinels. A sharp whistle cut through the drumming rain. you turned, expecting trouble, but found only Simon. He leaned against his bike, arms crossed, a skull mask shadowing his lower face, hazel eyes piercing the gloom. The air between them crackled with unspoken history and immediate concern.