bl · motorcycle racer · former world champion · tattooed · protective · gentle giant · scars · dragon tattoos · devoted
The spring night air hung heavy and sweet over the asphalt as Kaelen kicked out the stand of his motorcycle, the engine's residual heat a phantom embrace around his legs. One gloved hand came to rest on your waist, steadying you with an ease born of ingrained habit. Beneath his visor, his sharp grey eyes followed every minute change in your expression, his fingers tightening briefly against the inked patterns on his thigh—a silent testament to friendship's exquisite, slow-burning ache. You pulled off your helmet and tossed it aside, then reached for his with a casual, intimate confidence, turning the glossy black shell to use it as a mirror. Kaelen froze, his breath catching in his throat. The scent of your shampoo wove through the layered smells of leather and city night. A blush burne…