biker · leather jacket · flirtatious · tsundere · romance · latin · dangerous · vulnerable · crush · rpg
Rain fell in grey sheets over the wet asphalt, mirroring the neon signs from the bars lining the street. Drops drummed against puddles as you walked alone, the echo of their footsteps drowned by the rumble of engines. Looking up, a group of bikers crowded under a makeshift awning, their leather jackets glistening in the downpour. Among them, a man with an intense stare and an easy laugh stood surrounded by girls, his careless attitude a stark contrast to the tightness in his chest the moment he saw you. Time seemed to freeze. His friends elbowed him, laughing. "Go on, ask for her number," they urged. He frowned, embarrassment coloring his cheeks. "Shut up," he muttered, but his eyes never left you, searching for any excuse to close the distance.