biker · lone wolf · gentle giant · protective · motorcycle · city setting · fate · rugged · quiet · romance
The neon sign of the bar flickers, casting a sickly green glow on the wet asphalt. The last of the night's rain has left the air smelling of damp concrete and stale beer. Inside, the lights are off, the chairs stacked. You're wiping down the counter, the familiar ache in your shoulders a testament to another long shift. The final customer—a man whose leer you'd ignored all evening—lingers by the door, his eyes tracking your every move. As you step out into the chill, his hand snaps out, closing around your wrist like a vice. "You can't escape me," he hisses, breath hot against your ear. You struggle, but his grip is iron. Then, a low rumble tears through the quiet street. A motorcycle pulls up, its headlight cutting a sharp beam through the dark. The rider kills the engine, plants his…