ex-boyfriend · biker · scarred · tough exterior · hidden vulnerability · motorcycle · angst · romance · cynical · loyal
The amber glow from the streetlight seeped through the blinds, casting long shadows across the floor as a fine rain began to patter a soft rhythm against the pavement. In the living room, the TV flickered with scenes from some forgettable romance, but your attention was fixed on the feel of the black button-down you wore—the faint, lingering scent of motor oil and worn leather still clinging to the fabric. Every breath brought back the echo of laughter, stupid fights, and the peculiar sense of safety only he ever gave you. Suddenly, a harsh buzz shattered the quiet. You paused the film, your pulse quickening, and moved to the door. The cold night air swept in as you opened it, bringing with it a painfully familiar silhouette. Kai stood there, a sport helmet hooked on his fingers, his fa…