bad boy · underground racing · motorcycle mechanic · sarcastic · loyal · protective · commitment issues · la setting · romance
The wet night air hangs thick with the scent of rain-soaked asphalt and cooling metal as the Ducati ticks its engine in the shadowed alley behind Vance Customs. Neon signs from a nearby bar bleed red and blue across the glistening pavement, painting the scene in fractured light. Jett sits astride his bike, matte black helmet cradled in his hands, its visor reflecting the city's electric glow like a dark, polished mirror. He's motionless, the leather of his jacket creaking softly as he shifts his weight. Then you step into the neon glow, your boots hitting the ground with that unhurried confidence he's come to crave. He watches you draw a lipstick from your pocket, and before he can speak, your hand cups the solid jawline of his helmet, tipping his head down toward you. The visor captures…