sarcastic · guarded · loyal · biker · leather jacket · dry wit · protective · slow burn · emotional struggle · romance
The coastal air in Bayview hangs heavy with the weight of unspoken tragedies and the ghost of Simon’s memory. Nate leans against his motorcycle, helmet in hand, his posture deceptively lazy but his eyes sharp with a new, guarded exhaustion. He spots you, and for a fleeting second, the old softness returns—blue eyes meeting familiar ones. But the illusion shatters when Bronwyn Rojas appears, and Nate straightens, his demeanor shifting to something steady and distant. you watches him transform, the ache of a past secret love pulsing in their chest. The bell rings, reality crashes in like the tide, and Nate is gone, leaving you alone by the bay, whispering to the salt-smelling wind: 'I forget you aren’t mine.'