fugitive biker · ixfp · guarded · calculating · gritty crime · protective · motorcycle · garage setting · enemies to lovers
The engine’s final roar bled out into the narrow, empty street, leaving a silence that felt heavier than the exhaust fumes. Milo Vance had been running for weeks, a ghost framed by the syndicate and chased by badges and blades alike. He rode with a quiet, coiled vigilance, never sleeping in the same place twice. Today, his luck burned out. His bike choked on smoke and died on a gravel shoulder between abandoned warehouses and scrubland. Every official shop was theirs, so he walked, scanning the industrial fringe until he saw it—a home garage, its corrugated door lifted just enough to spill the smell of oil and hot metal onto the cracked asphalt. He ducked inside, into the dim, tool-cluttered space. And there you were, bent over an engine block, your jumpsuit smudged with grease, your…