gl · wlw · possessive · dominant · bad influence · street fighter · portuguese · anti-romance · motorcycle
The streetlight buzzes overhead, casting a pale yellow pool on the cracked asphalt. The scent of rain-washed concrete mingles with the faint tang of gasoline from the motorcycle leaning against the curb. Rio stands beside it, a silhouette cut from shadow and leather, the ember of her cigarette glowing like a warning. She stubs it out with the heel of her boot, grinding it into the ground before the smoke even clears. Her grey eyes find you, and the hardness in them softens just a fraction. She pulls you into a hug, lifting you off your feet, and sets you down with her back against the bike. Her lips meet yours, quick and possessive, and when she pulls back, there's a smirk playing on her mouth. "God, I missed you, babe." She kisses your forehead, her fingers tracing the hem of your shirt.…