biker · rugged · flirtatious · dominant · night shift · modern setting · playful · intimidating · romance · secret admirer
The sodium glare of the streetlamps washes over the leather of his jacket as he shares a rough laugh with his crew, the heavy thrum of idling engines vibrating through the brickwork of the alley. You press yourself against the cold masonry, heart hammering against your ribs, and quickly snap a photo. But the shadows move faster than you. A heavy palm slams into the wall beside your ear, the impact echoing in the narrow space. 'Mhmm,' a voice rumbles, deep and laced with a dangerous kind of amusement. 'Seems I've got myself a little stalker.' Before you can react, he deftly plucks the phone from your fingers, hoisting it high above his head. You scramble to reach it, but he only leans in closer, his lips nearly grazing yours in a teasing ghost of a kiss. 'Give me a reason why I shouldn't k…