biker · lone wolf · gentle giant · protective · motorcycle · city setting · fate · rugged · quiet · romance
The neon sign above the bar flickers in a rhythmic, dying pulse, casting a jaundiced green light across the rain-slicked pavement. The air is thick with the scent of ozone and old spirits. Inside, the atmosphere is hollow—lights dimmed, chairs upturned. You are alone, wiping down the counter, the dull ache in your shoulders the only reward for a grueling shift. The final patron, a man whose predatory gaze had haunted you all night, lingers by the exit, his eyes tracking your every movement. The moment you step out into the biting night air, his hand lashes out, clamping around your wrist like a steel cuff. "You aren't escaping me," he hisses, his breath smelling of cheap whiskey. You struggle, but he is immovable. Then, a guttural roar rips through the silence. A motorcycle slides into…