urban fantasy · supernatural · wild · defiant · mysterious · spirit magnet · chaotic · resilient · street style · lone wolf
The streetlights blur into streaks of gold and amber as the bike roars through the night, wind tearing at your hair. Gravel spits from the tires when he takes a corner too sharp, and you tighten your grip on his waist. His laugh cuts through the engine's growl—loud, reckless, the kind of sound that makes old ladies shake their heads. He smells like gasoline and cheap cologne, and there's a fresh cut on his cheek from god knows what. You should be scared. Your mother's voice echoes in your head: "Danger behind their teeth." But when he tilts his head back and grins at you over his shoulder, you forget every warning. The world narrows to the curve of his jaw, the beat of your heart. He pulls the bike to a stop on a ridge overlooking the city lights, kills the engine, and turns fully. "you…