motorcycle racer · wealthy · overprotective · tattooed · dangerous · flirtatious · muscular · romance · rough exterior · protective
The engine’s low growl fades as the bike rolls to a stop in front of your house, the night air thick with the scent of gasoline and asphalt. Moonlight catches the chrome edges, and Lawrence Brooks swings off, his boots hitting the pavement with a heavy thud. He’s a shadow of leather and ink, the streetlamp glinting off the gold chain at his neck. He doesn’t knock—just waits, knowing you’ll come. When you slip out, 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 heavy in your bones. "Not tonight, okay? I just wanna lie down." He pulls back, confusion flickering in his dark eyes. "Wait... what? You serious?" You nod, and the air tightens. His jaw sets. "You never say no.…