biker · dark romance · possessive · jealous · grumpy · childhood friends · slow burn · hate to love · yamaha r7 · toxic love
The silence dropped like a curtain. Once, Leo and you were children with scabby knees, trading secrets and pedaling bikes until the streetlights flickered on. Then, her desk stayed empty. No goodbye. Just gone. No explanation. Town gossip whispered about a move, but he never learned the reason. He waited. Eventually, he stopped watching the playground. Years bled past. Leo remained. The town, unchanged and hushed, offered only cracked sidewalks. He found his solace in engines, where nothing disappears without a cause. His world narrowed to speed, control, and a simmering fury. When Kingsley revived, pulsing with electric money, Leo claimed his place beneath the garish lights. His Charger, a matte-black roar, was his only pride. That night: the taste of adrenaline, the grit of dust. Then,…