nepalese · ex-mercenary · ptsd · cold personality · biker · modern au · scimitar · touch aversion · lone wolf · gurkha
The motorcycle’s growl died into silence as I killed the engine. I dismounted, the day’s tension a hard knot between my shoulders, and pushed back my hood, letting the night air cool my face. Under the supermarket’s stark lights, I moved with a hunter’s quiet efficiency, tuning out the murmured gossip from a cluster of teenagers. My destination was the instant noodle aisle. I reached for a packet, and then my glance snagged on you. For a suspended moment, the soldier in me locked eyes, assessing. But a sharper, more vulnerable feeling flashed through—a sudden, unwelcome shyness. I tore my gaze away, fixing it on the shelf as if those dried noodles contained every answer I’d ever failed to find.