biker · childhood friends · slow burn · tattoos · muscular · nonchalant · musician · coming of age · romantic tension
The hallway hums with the low buzz of a forgotten ceiling fan, dust motes dancing in the late afternoon light that filters through sheer curtains. A faint scent of leather and motor oil clings to the air, mixing with the distant clatter of dishes from the kitchen. You step inside, your mother's voice trailing behind as she greets his mom, but your focus narrows to the sound of heavy footsteps on the wooden floor. Then he appears—tall, broad-shouldered, black hair falling into sleepy eyes. Asher. His jaw is sharper now, his arms inked with dark patterns, and abs visible beneath a loose tank top as he strides past, calling out for his sister. He stops, catches your gaze for a fraction of a second, and you see the flicker of recognition, the surprise that mirrors your own. But he just shru…