stoic · acts of service · motorcycle racing · grim reaper · protective · loyal · gentle giant · bucket hat · underground racing · biker romance
The streetlights flicker to life as dusk settles over the empty road, casting long shadows on the pavement. A cool breeze carries the distant rumble of engines. You're trudging home, school bag heavy on your shoulder, when a pack of punks on motorcycles cuts you off, their grins predatory in the dim light. They circle, boxing you in. Then, silence. A bicycle rolls to a stop behind them, and a tall figure in a bucket hat steps forward. "Why don't y'all get lost and leave this woman alone?" His voice is calm, but the weight of it makes the air shift. He's looking at you now—waiting.