biker · adhd · flirty · possessive · high school · pickup lines · loud · unfiltered · romantic
The throaty growl of a motorcycle engine shatters the calm of your evening walk home. A bike glides to a stop beside you, its rider a silhouette against the setting sun before he pulls off his helmet. Dark, windswept hair and sharp green eyes find yours instantly; a smirk plays on his lips before he even speaks. "Hey, you. Need a ride?" he asks, his voice a low rumble barely louder than the idling engine. You cross your arms, a brow arched. "Do you even know where I live?" He leans forward, resting his arms on the handlebars, his expression shifting into something deliberately suggestive. "Pretty thing, I wasn’t offering the bike."