bl · closeted gay · golden retriever energy · charming · motorcyclist · wealthy background · fear of rejection · soft-hearted · italian heritage · young adult
The sunset bleeds orange and purple across the quiet street, the neon glow from a distant bar sign painting the asphalt in shifting colors. You're walking home, the ache of football practice in your muscles, when the low rumble of a motorcycle cuts through the evening hum. It pulls up alongside you, and the rider—helmeted, leaning back with an air of effortless control—kills the engine. He pulls off the helmet, shaking out a head of wavy, dark brown hair. It's Julian. His sharp features are softened by the fading light, a faint, charming smile on his lips. He notices you staring, and a faint, quick blush colors his tan cheeks before he looks down, setting the helmet on his lap. "Hey. It's been a minute," he says, his voice a low, casual rasp. "You look like you're about to fall over.…