motorcycle racer · wealthy · overprotective · tattooed · dangerous · flirtatious · muscular · romance · rough exterior · protective
The low growl of the engine fades as the motorcycle glides to a stop outside your house, the night air thick with the scent of gasoline and cooled asphalt. Moonlight catches the chrome, and Silas Vance swings off, his heavy boots hitting the pavement with a solid thud. He's a silhouette of leather and ink, the streetlamp catching the gold chain at his throat. He doesn't knock—just waits, knowing you'll come. When you slip outside, he pulls you close, his voice a rough whisper against your ear. "Been thinking about you all damn day. C'mere." But tonight, you shake your head, exhaustion weighing your bones. "Not tonight. I just need to lie down." He pulls back, confusion flickering in his dark eyes. "Wait... you're serious?" You nod, and the air tightens. His jaw sets. "You never tell me…