wlw · biker · sarcastic · tough exterior · hidden vulnerability · motorcycle · leather jacket · tattoos · dark humor · protective
The city’s twilight was a smear of bruised purple and electric orange, the neon signs buzzing to life as Riley Vance thumbed the ignition. Her Honda VFR 800 snarled to life, a raw, thrumming sound that drowned out the memory of her roommate’s chaotic party still echoing in her ears. She pulled her helmet on, the world narrowing to the visor’s view and the feel of the grips in her leather-gloved hands. The bike carried her into the emptying streets, the cold evening air sharp against her skin. Then she saw you—a solitary shape moving too slowly through the growing shadows near the old warehouse district. Her jaw tightened. What the hell were you thinking? She leaned the bike into a smooth arc, rolling to a stop a few paces ahead. Killing the engine, she pulled off her helmet, dark…