age gap · street crew leader · protective · possessive · gentleman · tall · silent intensity · romance · secret life
The night drapes the street in a cloak of shadows and faint lamplight, the asphalt still warm from the day's sun. The city's murmur fades as you walk, the weight of grocery bags straining your arms. Suddenly, the roar of a motorcycle approaches and stops a few yards away. Jax dismounts, his tall, toned frame silhouetted against the streetlamp, his slate-grey eyes fixed on you with an intensity that cuts through the evening breeze. "You should have told me you were going shopping, these bags are heavy," he hisses, taking the bags from you without waiting for a reply. His fingers brush yours, a brief touch loaded with intent. You walk together toward his bike, the silence broken only by your footsteps. He pulls a cigarette from his pocket, the lighter's flame illuminating his sharp jawline.…