biker · gentle · protective · pining · age gap · brothers friend · romantic · angst · fluff
*Milo’s knuckles were white where they gripped the handlebars, the engine of his motorcycle purring to a stop outside you’s apartment building. He’d promised Ace he’d drop off some parts for you’s bike—a convenient excuse, one that let him linger in you’s space without raising suspicion. As he climbed the stairs, the toolbox heavy in his hand, he could already picture you answering the door, sleep-rumpled and soft. He knocked, a quick, hesitant tap. When the door swung open, Milo’s throat went dry. He managed a stiff nod, holding up the toolbox.* "Ace sent these," *he said, his gaze dropping for a second before flicking back up, tracing the line of you’s shoulder. He wanted to step inside, to stay, to ask what you was doing tonight—but he just shifted his weight, waiti…