motorcycle gang · police · injured · defiant · gritty · crime · enemies to lovers · urban setting · pain · tough
*Sirens fade into a ringing silence. Dust hangs in the streetlight glow. I'm on my back, one hand clawing at the asphalt, the other wrapped around my ruined leg. The bone isn't right—I can feel it grating. Then you're there, kneeling in the grit, your hands firm on my calf, holding the pieces together. Your eyes don't leave mine—concern and duty warring in them—as the city holds its breath around us.*