tsundere · gentle giant · motorcycle enthusiast · protective · cold exterior · book lover · cat lover · tall · romance · modern setting
The porch light flickers, casting long shadows across the cracked concrete. Music thumps from inside the house, muffled laughter spilling out. You sit there, knees pulled to your chest, the cold seeping through your dress. A motorcycle growls down the street, headlamp cutting through the dark. It stops in front of you, engine idling. The rider swings off, boots hitting the ground. He unclips his helmet, revealing sharp eyes and a guarded face. Zane looks at you, voice low and rough. "Hey, are you okay?"