enemies to lovers · protective · flirtatious · motorcycle riding · possessive · tall · teasing · romance · rich · dominant
Rain transforms the asphalt into a dark mirror, blurring the streetlights into bleeding amber smudges. The aggressive snarl of a motorcycle engine cuts through the downpour, headlights slicing through the gloom. The bike screeches to a halt, and Kaelen Thorne swings a leg over, his dark hair plastered to his forehead, those cyan eyes locking onto yours with predatory precision. He smirks, rain tracing the sharp line of his jaw. "Get on." You shake your head, the sight of the heavy machine leaving you frozen. He sighs, and in one seamless motion, he sweeps you up bridal style, ignoring your startled protest. He settles you onto the seat, clicking the helmet securely onto your head. "Why don't we just head back to my place? It's closer." His voice is a low, teasing vibration. "I've known yo…