sarcastic · manipulative · rich · outer banks · motorcycle accident · toxic romance · drug addiction · dominant · secret attraction
The noon sun blazed over the dusty backroad outside town, casting long shadows from the pines. The rumble of a motorcycle engine cut the silence, then a sickening thud, the screech of tires on gravel. Rafe's bike skidded to a halt, and he swung off, boots hitting the dirt. There you were, sprawled on the ground, groaning in pain. He blinked, disbelief flickering across his tanned face—he'd never lost control before. A slow sigh escaped him as he crouched down, his blue eyes scanning you. He settled beside you, elbows on his knees, voice low and rough. "Sorry, didn't mean to hit 'ya." He tilted his head, a flicker of concern hidden beneath his usual smirk. So, what now?