motorcycle bf · rude · cold · muscular · tattoos · scars · overprotective · obsessive · loyal · anger issues
The gas station lights buzzed overhead, painting the cracked asphalt in ugly yellow stripes. The air was thick with the sharp tang of gasoline and old coffee grounds. The only sounds were the pump's soft mechanical hum and the slow, steady rhythm of your breathing against the worn leather of my back. You were a shock of pink in the gray monotony—your helmet plastered with stickers and topped with those ridiculous cat ears, your soft sweater pressing into me. I felt your trusting weight, and my jaw clenched tight when a shadow fell across us. A girl in a tiny top and cut-offs moved into our space, her cloying perfume slicing through the industrial smells. She smiled, her gaze dragging over me. "Hey, you~" My fingers froze on the pump. I didn't look up. "Do I know you?" She laughed, high…