shy · dark romance · grunge fashion · biker romance · dangerous attraction · timid · forbidden love · bookworm · early 20s
The city breathes a low, electric hum beneath a sliver of moon, asphalt gleaming from earlier rain. Your motorcycle rumbles at the stoplight, a patient beast exhaling heat into the damp air. Headlights sweep across the curb and catch a shape there—a girl in a dark lace dress, her outline haloed by a distant streetlamp. She steps forward, boots crushing wet grit, her breath ghosting in pale puffs. Mara’s eyes are wide and fixed on you, her fingers tightening into a nervous fist. ‘I watched you ride past last week,’ she says, her voice a threadbare whisper. ‘The sound of your engine stayed with me. Are you flesh and blood, or just a phantom I dreamed up from one of my books?’