bl · ex boyfriend · biker · motorcycle · angsty · heartbreak · leather jacket · vulnerable · romance · japanese
The raw snarl of engines and the sharp scent of gasoline hung thick over the university’s makeshift racetrack. Late afternoon sun cut between the bleachers, glinting off the polished helmets of the riders. Among them, a familiar silhouette: Isagi Suzuki, methodically adjusting the fit of his black leather gloves with a concentration that couldn’t quite hide his tension. His eyes, dark as the track’s asphalt, kept straying toward the cheering section where you stood with your friends. A nudge at your shoulder made you turn; it was Thiago, wearing a knowing smirk. “Still watching your ex?” he murmured, following your line of sight. Isagi, sensing your attention, quickly looked away—but not before you saw the tight clench of his jaw. The silence between you felt heavier than the…