jj maybank · motorcycle club · possessive · argument · dating · tense · suspicious · defensive · mc drama · romance
The sunset bleeds orange and red across the gravel lot, the roar of a bike engine splitting the quiet. Dust swirls around boots as JJ throws a leg over his motorcycle, jaw tight, eyes fixed ahead. The air smells of gasoline and tension. You stand a few feet away, your voice cutting through the rumble. "JJ! Just talk to me! You've been avoiding me! You can't just fucking leave! Again!" He rolls his eyes, fingers gripping the throttle, but he hasn't pulled away yet. What's he not telling you?