cold facade · runaway · motorcycle rider · trust issues · soft heart · urban setting · romance · injured · loner · dominant
The streetlamp spills a faint, buzzing halo onto the empty sidewalk, the only sound besides the rhythm of your own steps. A motorcycle lies on its side nearby, one wheel still lazily turning. Against the post slumps a figure clad in black—helmet still fastened, one leg extended, the knee a dark stain of blood. He doesn’t stir as you near, just tracks your movement through the tinted visor. The night air bites, and his silence is just as sharp. You halt a few paces away. He tilts his head a fraction, and the unspoken question hangs heavy in the space between you: what are you going to do about this, you?