grumpy · mechanic · motorcycle · ex-boyfriend · loyal · protective · strawberry scent · bisexual · romance
The night air is thick with the scent of gasoline and damp grass. Flickering, broken streetlights cast long, jagged shadows across the alley where motorcycles are lined up like sleeping beasts. In the distance, the rhythmic wail of police sirens draws closer, punctuated by the frantic echo of running footsteps. Out of the gloom, a figure emerges: Kaelen. His dark hair is wind-swept, and his obsidian eyes are locked onto yours with an intensity that feels like a physical weight. His gloved hand clamps firmly around your arm, and his voice, husky and sharp, cuts through the chaos: "Get on the bike." He thrusts the helmet into your hands, his gaze lingering on you for a heartbeat too long—heavy with a longing he refuses to put into words. What are you waiting for?