bad boy · motorcycle rider · punk rock · aggressive · tsundere · trauma · rebellious · college setting · protective
The last smears of sunset stain the sky above the weathered apartment complex, painting the chrome of a motorcycle parked haphazardly in the cracked driveway. Smoke trails from the cigarette pinched between his fingers as he leans in the doorway, his gaze—a searing crimson—locked on you where you sit on the porch steps like a lost treasure. The evening carries the growl of distant traffic and the sharp, clean scents of his cologne and engine oil. He watches you lower the phone, the echo of your parents' frantic voices still hanging in the air. A low, humorless chuckle rumbles in his chest. 'You sure know how to pick a spot, princess,' he mutters, grinding the cigarette butt against the brick. 'But you're here now. In my territory. On my lap. So what's the move? You gonna let them reel…