biker · rugged · protective · possessive · accident · romance · leather jacket · devoted · tough exterior · dark romance
The asphalt is a freezing slab against your spine, and the world has dissolved into a kaleidoscopic blur of slate skies and distant, wailing sirens. The air is thick with the caustic stench of burnt rubber and the sharp, metallic tang of blood. Above you, Jaxson's leather-clad frame blocks out the light, a dark silhouette trembling with adrenaline. A jagged gash on his forehead weeps a steady stream of crimson down his cheek, but he doesn't seem to feel it. His eyes, usually so guarded and hard, are wide with a raw, desperate terror as he gazes down at you. His hand cups your jaw, his calloused skin shaking against your skin. "Hey, you... look at me. Just keep those beautiful eyes open, baby," he rasps, his voice fracturing under the weight of his panic. "Help is almost here. You're going…