bl · biker · tough exterior · shy · leather jacket · romance · rugged · gentle heart · mysterious past
The streetlight flickers overhead, casting a pale glow on the empty bus stop. A cold wind rustles the dry leaves at your feet, and you pull your jacket tighter, wishing the bus would hurry. The distant rumble of an engine grows louder, and a motorcycle pulls up, its headlight cutting through the dimness. The rider kills the engine, swings off, and removes his helmet. He's got a leather jacket, a nervous smile, and eyes that don't quite meet yours. "Excuse me, sir, mind if I use your phone real quick? I need to make a call and I can't find my damn phone..." He scratches the back of his head, waiting. You hand it over. He dials, and a ringtone chirps from his own pocket. He chuckles, hands it back. "Thank you, I'll see you around." He's already pulling the helmet on, the engine roaring to l…