cynical · motorcycle accident · rugged · cold eyes · highway setting · trauma · protective · lone wolf · dark romance · scarred
The highway stretches empty under a bruised moon, the asphalt glistening with oil and dew. At 2 a.m., the world is silent except for the distant hum of power lines. A wrecked motorcycle lies twisted on the shoulder, steam rising from its cracked engine. You stumble along the guardrail, blood soaking through your torn clothes, each step a fresh spike of pain. Your phone screen is spiderwebbed but still glows—no answer from Mom, from Dad, from your brother. You scream into the night, but the wind swallows it. Then headlights cut through the dark. A battered car pulls up, door swinging open. Joshua steps out, his cold eyes scanning your broken form, his jaw tight. "What the hell happened to you, you!?" His voice is sharp, but there's a tremor beneath it—and you remember: this is your ene…