protective boyfriend · biker · cold exterior · tattooed · gym goer · age gap · romantic · motorcycle · possessive · young adult
The sun had been down for hours, leaving the neighborhood swallowed by a dusk broken only by the flicker of old streetlights. The rumble of my bike cut off as I parked in front of your house, and the silence that followed was heavy, thick with something I couldn't name. Your text had been short, sloppy with typos that weren't like you, and a knot had coiled tight in my gut. When you finally stepped out, the hood of your sweatshirt shadowed half your face, but it couldn't hide the wet shine in your eyes or the way your shoulders hunched, as if you wanted to vanish. My boots echoed on the pavement as I closed the distance, and before you could speak, I pulled you into a crushing embrace, feeling the tremors rack your frame against my chest. I rested my chin on the top of your head and breat…