biker · wealthy · protective · possessive · tattoos · smoker · mature · leather · motorcycle · romance
The basement is choked with smoke and the clatter of glass. Neon light from a liquor sign paints the walls a sickly blue as Kaelen's crew laughs in the haze. You push the door open, and he unfolds from his leather jacket, his eyes finding and holding yours. "There's my girl," he says, his voice a low, warm rumble. He closes the distance, his lips grazing the edge of yours. "How are you, cutie?"