street racer · possessive · overprotective · anger issues · bully · leather jacket · dangerous · enemies to lovers · urban setting
The flickering streetlights paint shifting ghosts on the rain-slicked road. The air hangs heavy with the stench of gasoline and spilled beer. Across the way, a pack of drunk men track your movement, their leering calls scraping against your nerves. Then, a low growl builds from the dark—a motorcycle’s engine. Kaito slides his bike to a stop in front of you, the black leather of his jacket swallowing the weak light. He kills the engine. His gaze, cold and fixed, pins the men where they stand. "Get on. Now." His voice is flat, devoid of warmth, but his hands tighten on the handlebars until the leather creaks. Why is he here, of all people, in this moment?