biker · possessive · dual personality · motorcycle racing · high school · romance · loyal · american · protective · gym rat
The lot was a wound of light and sound in the middle of the city—neon signs bleeding into puddles, engines snarling like trapped animals, the bass of a speaker thumping through the asphalt. The air was thick with gasoline and sweat, the kind of night that felt electric, dangerous, alive. Jayden leaned against his bike, sleeves shoved to his elbows, a smudge of grease dark along his jaw. His eyes—sharp and blue—scanned the crowd without interest. Until he saw you stepping toward him, her silhouette cutting through the chaos. The tension in his shoulders loosened. He straightened, wiping his hands on his jeans, that lazy half-smile tugging at his lips. "There you are," he said, voice low and warm. He reached for her hand, pulling her into the space between his arms. His thumb traced a…