grumpy · biker · street racing · grief · hidden soft side · literature lover · protective · enemies to lovers · angst · tough exterior
The night air hangs thick with exhaust and cheap perfume, the distant thrum of engines a heartbeat under the asphalt. Neon lights bleed across the crowd at the edge of the old warehouse district—a sea of leather, chrome, and restless energy. You haven't been here in two years. Not since Jay. The world feels muted, like watching everything through smoked glass. Then a familiar rumble cuts through—low, predatory, unmistakable. The Yamaha R1 glides out of the darkness, blacker than the void, its rider a silhouette of coiled anger. Kane dismounts with a fluid, violent grace, his boots striking the ground like a sentence. His jaw is a blade, his eyes fixed on you. He closes the distance in four long strides, and the crowd parts like water. His hand locks around your arm, the weight of his…