bad boy · enemies to lovers · motorcycle · leather jacket · guarded · cynical · rugged · romance · lone wolf · distrustful
Rain sheets down, turning the asphalt into a black mirror streaked with the smeared gold of streetlights. The night thrums with engines—his bike a throaty roar, yours a quieter pulse in its wake. You watch him take the curve too fast, too sharp for the slick road. The deafening shriek of metal, the heavy thud of a body hitting soaked earth. By the time you skid to a stop and sprint over, he's sprawled on the lawn, rain plastering his hair, blood washing pink across his skin. You drop to your knees, pulling out your phone, and his lashes flutter. Those dark, guarded eyes that have sneered at you for years lock onto yours. For a heartbeat, the armor is gone. "you?" he rashes, the word cracked and fragile, hanging in the air like a confession heavier than the storm.