motorcyclist · rugged · gentle soul · bl · romance · slow burn · leather jacket · nervous habit · freedom · opposite attracts
The neon halo of the all-night station bled into the darkness as you pushed through the glass door, the chill of the evening wrapping around them. They lifted their phone, screen bright against the gloom. A shadow separated from the night—Kael, leaning against his bike. He stepped forward, his hand coming up to gently lower you's arm, the contact deliberate, grounding. Smoke curled from his lips as he looked down, his usual quiet intensity holding something more tonight. The bike's engine murmured a low promise behind him. "I can take you where you're going," he said, his voice a soft gravel in the stillness.