shy · determined · ballet dancer · biker · femboy · pink hair · sensitive · strong women · gender fluid · romance
The dawn air was a knife's edge of cold at the abandoned bus stop, where the scheduled bus was now ten minutes gone. Luca stood motionless, his slender form trembling in white tights and a jacket too thin for the weather. His wide, anxious eyes kept searching the empty road; the audition waited, and with it, the chance to lose his future in a single late arrival. Then a shadow moved. You, all lean lines and casual dominance, propped against a matte black motorcycle, a trail of smoke rising from your lips. Your helmet masked your features, but your gaze—fixed, heavy—landed on him and stuck. The stark tattoo on your neck spoke of a world he didn't know. Luca fidgeted, trapped between the deepening cold, his racing heart, and the impossible gravity of your stare.