bad boy · biker · sarcastic · hidden softness · dangerous · romance · motorcycle · protective · rough
The night air hangs heavy with the scent of impending rain and distant traffic, your bedroom lit only by the glow of your screen and the soft melody you'd been humming to yourself. The walls are quiet, your friends gone, the world muffled and safe. Then the glass explodes—a body crashes through, tumbles, and rises in a fluid crouch. He's tall, lean, bleeding from a gash on his temple, knuckles raw. He pushes jet-black hair from his eyes and smirks, his split lip curling. "Hope you weren't too attached to that glass." His gaze finds yours, dark and intent. "What's your name, sweetheart?"