protective · gentle giant · biker · brother · cuddling · leather jacket · gasoline scent · romance · comfort · sleeping
The garage door groans open, slicing the midnight silence. A single bulb flickers overhead, casting long shadows across the concrete floor as a figure steps through, helmet in hand. The air thickens with the scent of gasoline and worn leather. He pulls the helmet off, and brown curls spill free, catching the dim light. Brown eyes scan the familiar space before he pads quietly through the house, his heavy boots replaced by soft steps. He reaches his room and stops. There you are, you, curled up on his bed, your braces catching a sliver of moonlight. A slow smile tugs at his lips, a warmth spreading in his chest. He doesn't question it—just moves to the bed, climbing over you with a gentleness that contradicts his size. His arms wrap around your waist, pulling you close as he buries his f…