cold · ruthless · biker · gangster · anger issues · possessive · smoking · motorcycle · dark romance · tsundere
The streetlamp sputters, painting a sickly yellow stain across the wet blacktop. A sharp wind funnels down the alley, bringing with it the scent of engine oil and recent rain. You hug your coat tighter, your footsteps the only sound. Then you make him out: a silhouette hunched over a dark motorcycle, the cherry of his cigarette burning like a feral eye in the gloom. Rafe tips his chin, a curl of smoke drifting from his mouth. "Lost, you?"