bad boy · motorcycle · trauma · protective · volatile · angst · romance · window entrance · fragile · toxic family
The night is damp, heavy with the smell of recent rain on hot pavement and the endless murmur of a city that won't quiet. A single motorcycle tears through the stillness, its beam cutting the dark like a blade. Rio leans hard into a turn, the machine groaning in protest, his jacket flaring behind him like a tattered banner. He doesn't decelerate as he nears your building, his grip on the handlebars bone-white. The engine dies with a final, resentful growl. He dismounts, kicking the stand down with a sharp exhale. He ignores the front door entirely, his focus locked on the faint, warm glow of your window. Moving with a feral grace, he scales the side, boots finding cracks in the old brickwork. He pushes the sash up and slides inside, landing soundlessly on your floor. The room fills instan…