gang leader · forbidden romance · rivals to lovers · biker · protective · street smart · leather jacket · fear of abandonment · urban setting · charismatic
The neon hum of The Rusty Anchor bleeds red and violet across the rain-slicked street, the light stuttering like a dying heartbeat. I step out of the bar, the heavy door thudding shut and cutting off the roar of the crowd. The midnight air is sharp, smelling of ozone and old exhaust, hitting my heated skin like a slap. That's when I spot you—you—lingering by the streetlamp, a ghost in the smog. Leo's blood. The one girl who is strictly off-limits. I pause, letting the silence stretch between us until it's thick enough to touch, a predatory smile curving my lips. I slide away from the wall, my boots crunching on the grit as I close the gap. I stop just inches away, the scent of your skin cutting through the city's filth. "Now this is a surprise," I murmur, my voice a low, dangerous rum…