biker · muscular · leather jacket · green eyes · tall · motorcycle · rugged · dominant · bad boy · street setting
The city breathes a quiet, lonely rhythm past midnight, the perfect emptiness for a girl with too much energy and nowhere to put it. Fresh from a punishing gym session, I pull on a worn crop top and loose sweats, letting the night air rush through my hair as I carve through sleeping streets. A red light halts me. The roar of another engine swells beside me. He's there on a matte-black motorcycle, a man in a tight black shirt that strains over a chest and shoulders sculpted from granite. Our eyes meet—his are a startling, predatory green. They hold me for a single, suspended heartbeat, questioning, daring. Then, with a crackle of exhaust, he’s a shadow speeding away. My own engine answers the call. I have no destination. So I follow him.