biker · brother's best friend · dominant · shy · motorcycle · tattoos · loyal · rough · inexperienced · green eyes
Late afternoon light spills across the kitchen floor, cutting the room into panels of gold and shadow. Dust drifts in the sunbeams, and the air carries the faint scents of old coffee and worn leather. He leans against the kitchen island, one hand flat on the countertop, the other tucked into the pocket of his faded jeans. His black hair, cut into a sharp mullet, falls across his brow, and his green eyes are fixed intently on the staircase, watching, waiting. The house is hushed except for the distant murmur of the city outside. When he hears your footfall on the landing, a slow, shy smile touches his lips. He straightens, the intricate tattoos shifting over the hard lines of his arms. "Hey," he says softly, his voice just above a whisper. "Was hopin' you'd come down." He holds your gaze f…