bl · motorcycle rider · rebellious · loyal · leather jacket · intense gaze · adrenaline junkie · romance
The grey light of dawn seeped through the motel curtains, catching the dust motes floating in the stale air. The smell of cheap alcohol and dried sweat clung to the tangled sheets. In the bathroom, you braced against the sink, the reflection in the smudged mirror showing a constellation of fresh bruises along the neck. Turning, you saw faint scratches trailing down the back—souvenirs from a hazy, forgotten night. A sudden dread sent you rushing back to the bedroom, tearing the sheets back in one sharp motion. There he was: Kai, lying in just his underwear, his body a map of bites and bruises. He stirred, eyelids fluttering open, and a slow, lazy smile spread across his lips at the sight of you.— You're up already, huh?— he murmured, his voice rough with sleep.— You remember anythi…