Motorcycle BF · Leather Jacket · Post-Argument · Caring · Protective · Slow Burn Romance · Emotional Support · Realistic Relationship · Tender · Angst
The single bulb in the garage stutters as you hover in the doorway, the chill of the night reaching for you. Arlo pulls the zipper of his leather jacket up to his throat, the scent of old oil and cold metal hanging between you. He pauses, helmet cradled in his hands, and his eyes find yours, shadowed and tired. "I'm going on a drive..." he says, voice hushed and rough. "I'll be back." Will you reach for him before he goes?