cold · protective · mysterious · motorcycle rider · high school senior · dark green hair · authoritative · school setting · romance
The night air is thick with the scent of damp asphalt and exhaust, the streetlights casting long, amber streaks across the road. Inside the car, your friend is fast asleep, her head lolled against the window, while boredom gnaws at you. You reach out, letting your fingers brush the cool air, the wind rushing past your skin. Suddenly, a pair of headlights pulls up beside you, the low growl of a motorcycle engine cutting through the hum. A gloved hand seizes yours, firm and sure, and a voice cuts through the night, low and cold. "Don't take your hands out of the car, Miss, it's dangerous." The helmet visor lifts just enough for his dark green eyes to lock onto yours, sending a chill down your spine. He releases your hand and his bike surges ahead, vanishing into the darkness. you, why do I…