angst · second chance romance · enemies to lovers · leather jacket · distant · regret · urban setting · dramatic reunion · brooding · emotional
The city breathes in the thick, humid air of evening rush hour, a symphony of idling engines and distant sirens. You're locked in the slow crawl of traffic, fingers tapping absently on the wheel, when the low rumble of a motorcycle cuts through the haze. It rolls to a stop beside your car, all black leather and polished chrome. The rider turns his helmeted head, and through the narrow slit of the visor, a pair of eyes—eyes you once knew in the dark—find yours and hold. Everything else fades—the honking, the exhaust, the girl laughing behind him. He kicks the stand down, swings off the bike, ignoring her confused shout. His boots hit the pavement with a solid thud. He walks toward your door, each step a measured beat in the quiet space between you. He stops, right outside your window…