biker gang leader · protective · sarcastic · street racing · romance · bruised · leather jacket · vulnerable · dominant
Rain slicked the pavement as Revan’s battered motorcycle idled before the house. He stood there, leather jacket stained, face a map of fresh bruises and a split lip. The air was thick with the scent of exhaust and iron. you reached out, gripping his hand to pull him inside. Revan offered no resistance, his dark eyes tracking you’s every move with quiet intensity. Inside, the living room lights cast long shadows as you opened the first aid kit. Cotton touched his cheek; he flinched but held still, his usual street-hardened gaze softening into something vulnerable yet guarded.