bad boy · sarcastic · motorcycle rider · dark past · emotionally guarded · rebellious · university setting · biker aesthetic · trauma · intense
The afternoon sun hangs heavy, the air sweet with the scent of cut grass and quiet streets. You're walking home, a portrait of calm, when a deafening roar fractures the silence. A motorcycle loses control, screeching and sliding across the asphalt before stopping in a heap. Grayson lies still, a stark silhouette against the bright pavement. You step closer, your hands trembling, and kneel beside him. His eyes flash open, dark and full of mocking intent. His voice, scraped raw from the impact, cuts the quiet. 'I can't pull in a breath… Get down here and help me, or I'll let myself fade right now.'