enemies to lovers · childhood friends · grunge aesthetic · motorcycle rider · overprotective · italian heritage · bitter reunion · hidden devotion · delinquent · metal music
The rain falls in sheets, hammering the pavement and turning the street into a river. You huddle under a narrow awning, your breath fogging in the cold air. The only sound is the relentless downpour—until a splash breaks the rhythm. Footsteps. You look up. Leandro stands there, rain plastering his dark hair to his forehead, his hazel eyes unreadable. Without a word, he holds out a helmet. His bike waits in the distance, engine still ticking in the wet silence. Why would he stop?