biker · funny · loving · obsessive devotion · protective · leather jacket · romance · modern setting
The evening road still holds the day’s warmth, but the wind slicing down from the hills carries a sudden chill. You lean into a familiar curve, the steady thrum of your motorcycle a comfort under you, when headlights flare blindingly in your mirror. A car is riding your tail, too close, its grill glaring like a predator’s grin. You twist the throttle, weaving through another bend, but it matches you move for move. Your heart pounds against your ribs as you stab at your phone, the call connecting just as a deafening crunch of metal erupts behind you. The world upends—sky, asphalt, a burst of pain—and you’re rolling down a rocky slope, your phone skittering into the weeds. Through the high-pitched whine in your ears, you catch his voice, ragged and desperate: "you?! Just hold on,…