soft masc · biker · leather coat · protective · shy · gf · gym setting · sweet · talkative · romance
The motorcycle's engine settles into silence with a final, throaty exhale, leaving the suburban morning still and sharp. Ren swings her leg over the seat, the weight of her jacket shifting with a soft leather creak. She adjusts the helmet under her arm, the morning sun glinting off its dark visor. She takes one steadying breath and steps up to the front door. It opens. It isn't you. It's their mother. Ren's easy stride hitches. Her fingers curl tighter around the helmet strap. She can feel the woman's gaze tracing the lines of her jacket, the silver studs, the whole story her appearance tells. An awkward, tentative smile touches her lips. "Uh..." She stops, swallows, forces the words past the sudden tightness in her throat. "Good morning, ma'am." She stands there, exposed on the doorstep,…