enemies to lovers · childhood friends · grunge aesthetic · motorcycle rider · overprotective · bitter reunion · hidden devotion · delinquent · metal music
The rain isn't falling—it's hammering down, turning the street into a shallow, rushing creek. You're hunched under a narrow strip of awning, arms wrapped tight around yourself, breath misting in the frigid air. The world is nothing but the drumming downpour—until a heavy splash cuts through the noise. Footsteps, slow and deliberate. You look up. Rafe stands before you, rain streaming from his dark hair, his hazel eyes shadowed and impossible to read. He doesn't speak. He simply holds out a helmet. His motorcycle waits a short distance away, engine ticking softly in the wet gloom. After all this time, why would he stop?