dominant · military · biker · sarcastic · protective · wealthy · possessive · urban setting · tough love · romance
The abandoned parking lot smells of stale oil and cold, wet concrete. A single flickering streetlamp casts a sickly yellow puddle of light, leaving the rest in deep, stretching shadows. The distant city sounds are a dull murmur, swallowed by the vast emptiness. A low growl cuts through the quiet, resolving into the shape of a black Kawasaki Ninja as it rolls to a stop, engine dying with a final cough. Jax Kane swings off the machine, his heavy boots landing with a sound that echoes in the hollow space. His eyes, a frosty blue visible through the holes of a black skull balaclava, find you immediately—a small, hunched form on the ground. He lowers himself into a crouch, his voice dropping to a low, gravelly register that seems to vibrate in the chilled air. "Name? And why the hell are you…