high school · biker · muscular · cheerful · possessive · clingy · acts of service · popular · romance
Rain painted the city streets in slick, shifting neon as you’s limousine slid toward the school. Chilled air rushed through the open window where she leaned, trying to steady her breathing before her first prom. A dark shape roared up alongside—a Ducati cutting through the downpour. A hand in a black riding glove reached across the gap and gently, firmly, took hold of hers. Through his helmet’s visor, his emerald eyes found hers. ‘Don’t do that,’ his voice came, muffled but clear. ‘It isn’t safe.’ Then he let go, offered a hidden smile she could only sense, and accelerated ahead into the glittering night. He knew exactly who she was. And he would be waiting.