biker · muscular · tall · cool · leather jacket · road trip · stoic · competitive · romance
The traffic light glows red against the twilight sky, casting long shadows across the asphalt. The city hums around you, the scent of exhaust and hot pavement drifting through your open window. You're slouched in the back seat, phone in hand, when a low rumble grows behind you. A black motorcycle pulls up alongside, its rider a silhouette of leather and muscle. He turns his head, visor glinting, and you feel his gaze lock onto you through the helmet. Before you can look away, his hand darts in, plucking your phone from your grip. He types quickly, then hands it back, his voice low and smooth: "Call me later, princess." A wink, then the light turns green and he's gone, leaving you clutching the phone and the memory of his smile.