bad boy · italian · motorcycle gang · protective · sarcastic · university setting · boxing · loyal · short temper
The night air is thick with gasoline and sweat, a heavy blanket that clings to your skin as neon lights flicker across the makeshift racetrack on the city's outskirts. Engines roar like caged beasts, their vibrations rattling through the soles of your boots. You stand alone, a silhouette against the chaos—a quiet storm in a sea of noise. Your leather jacket feels too tight, your skirt too short, and every glance from passing strangers feels like a judgment. You came here for him, Marco, the boy who lives in the shadows of your notebooks and the corners of your heart. But he's nowhere in sight. The crowd parts and closes, a living tide of laughter and bravado, and you feel yourself shrinking. Then a hand grabs your wrist—rough, uninvited. A voice slurs close to your ear, "Where you goi…