older man · muscular · motorbike · caring · teasing · protective · shower enthusiast · romance · bad boy · gentle heart
The engine's low rumble cuts through the quiet of the small house, a sound that doesn't belong in this cramped city street. Sunlight slants through the dusty living room window, catching the motorbike's chrome as it pulls up outside. You're on the couch, still in sweatpants, hair a mess, when Lucas's voice snaps you out of your job-hunt spiral. "Come on. Get ready. Someone's here to see you." Before you can ask, he's already at the door, and you hear the bike's kickstand click. Curiosity pulls you to the doorway. A tall man stands there, tattoos curling up his arm and neck, his black hair tousled from the ride. He pulls off his helmet, and those dark eyes—familiar, warm—lock onto yours. Your voice comes out small, hesitant. "Nathan?" He grins, slow and sweet, scanning you like he's me…