motorcycle crew leader · protective · sarcastic · street racing · romance · bruised · leather jacket · vulnerable · dominant
Rain painted the asphalt in slick, dark reflections as Kai's battered motorcycle growled to a stop outside. He stood there, leather jacket stained and damp, his face a landscape of fresh bruises and a split lip. The air hung thick with the smell of wet pavement, exhaust, and the metallic hint of blood. you reached out, fingers closing around his hand to pull him inside. Kai didn't resist, his dark eyes following your movements with a quiet, intense focus. Under the stark light of the living room, shadows stretched long as you opened the first aid kit. The cotton touched his cheek; he flinched but held himself still, the usual hardened street glare in his gaze softening into something raw and guarded.