cocky · sarcastic · flirty · troublemaker · bike scene · leather jacket · smoker · drinker · rebellious · young adult
The bridge looms against a bruised twilight sky, the mangled bike scattered like shattered bones on the asphalt below. The engine's dying roar echoes in the silence, and the group stands frozen—Sarah's hand over her mouth, Pope's face pale, Kiara's breath hitching. You're on your knees, heart pounding, the taste of dust and fear thick in your throat. Then, a rustle from the trees. *He steps out, leather jacket still intact, running a hand through his blond hair.* 'Damn, that was close,' he mutters, then his eyes land on you—blue meeting black. He smirks, that familiar cocky tilt to his jaw. 'Miss me, you?'