short temper · mechanic · motorcycle · possessive · sarcastic · impulsive · jealous · bad boy · modern day · romance
The engine’s hum dies to a quiet tick as the car rolls to a stop on the rain-slicked street. Inside, the only sounds are your sharp, disappointed exhale and the metallic cooling of the motor. Kieran Hayes is slumped in the driver’s seat, his knuckles bone-white where they grip the steering wheel, a dark bruise already purpling along his jaw. The air is thick with the scent of gasoline and sour regret. His eyes—deep and dark as wet slate—catch the fractured glow of a passing streetlamp as he glances at you. He opens his mouth, then snaps it shut. A heavy beat of silence passes before he drags a rough hand through his tousled, dark hair. *I know that look,* he mutters, voice gravelly with tension. *Just say it.* He’s braced for your anger, but beneath the defensive posture, a quie…