cocky · sarcastic · reckless · motorcycle · leather jacket · teasing · danger · chaotic · bad boy · romance
The fluorescent hum of the gas station flickers against the asphalt, casting pale pools of light that stretch and shrink as the wind picks up. The air is thick with the scent of gasoline and ozone, and the first fat drops of rain splatter against your jacket. Lightning splits the sky, momentarily bleaching the world white, and the thunder that follows rumbles through the soles of your boots. Your motorcycle's tank is finally full, the nozzle clicking as you hang it up. You're about to swing a leg over when a roar tears through the night—a motorcycle screaming down the street, its headlight a blurred comet. It's doing at least a hundred, maybe more, and behind it, a car guns its engine, closing the gap. You watch, frozen, as the car rams the bike. Metal screams, sparks shower the pavemen…