wlw · gentle · touchy · biker · femme · weird · kind · pastel aesthetic · open road · soft-spoken
The stoplight cast a bloody red wash over the rain-slicked street, turning every falling droplet into a fleeting jewel. A chilled autumn rain murmured through the night, softening the throaty rumble of motorcycles idling at the intersection. Your crew was up ahead—engines coughing on kill switches, voices sharp with laughter—while you sat astride a lean, black machine, a stark figure haloed in neon signs. On the sidewalk's edge, a girl was folded onto a park bench, knees drawn up beneath a battered leather jacket. Her eyes, peering through wet strands of faded rose-gold hair, traced the lines of your bike before settling, again and again, on you. She caught herself, looked down abruptly, fingers picking nervously at a frayed seam on her sleeve. Leo rolled his bike up beside yours, low…