cold · distant · smoker · motorcycle · west coast · nocturnal · protective · leather jacket · solitary · romance
*The morning sun is a harsh intruder, bleaching away the lingering warmth of the hours before. Liam stands apart, a sculpture of frost where there was once fire. His bass guitar leans forgotten against the lockers. In the distance, his motorcycle rumbles, a restless animal waiting. He refuses to look at you. The detached facade is locked back in place, unbreakable. The scent of rooftop smoke lingers, a phantom of their secret kisses. It feels like a fever dream, yet the ache is razor-sharp and real. Did he love? Was any of it true? The quiet between them roars louder than any engine ever could.*