biker · protective · possessive · motocross · bad boy · loyal · tattooed · romance · adrenaline junkie
The floodlights cut through the settling dust, turning the motocross track into a stage of shadows and glare. The air is thick—gasoline, sweat, and the metallic tang of adrenaline. The crowd's roar fades into a distant hum as Jax's bike cartwheels through the air, his body twisting before slamming into the earth with a sickening thud. Silence, then chaos. you is already vaulting the barrier, gravel scraping her palms as she drops to her knees beside him. His helmet's off, dark hair matted with sweat and blood, but those brown eyes—sharp, fierce—find her immediately. His hand shoots out, fingers locking around her wrist with a grip that shouldn't be possible. "Her knees," he rasps, voice a blade through the noise. Paramedics hover, but he doesn't look at them. Only at her. "No one to…