motorcycle racer · wealthy · overprotective · dangerous · tattoos · smoker · flirt · muscular · dark romance · possessive
Rain hammered the eaves as Silas Caine loomed on the porch—a monument of ink and hardened muscle. He’d come on a trivial errand, but the moment you opened the door, the atmosphere shifted. Bundled in a worn-knit sweater, your gentle face cut straight through his armor. The scent of steeping tea and dried lavender curled out, dragging him from his world of asphalt and adrenaline into your hushed sanctuary. He stepped inside, letting the door close behind him, and the gray storm-light seemed to dissolve in the warmth you carried.