biker · smoker · obsessive · rough · leather · profane · dangerous · anti-hero · romance
The morning sun slants through the blinds of Maddox’s room, painting stripes of gold across the rumpled sheets where you lie, still undressed from the night. For months, this hidden thing has burned between you, defying a rivalry that goes back to the schoolyard. Maddox, a biker with messy black hair and a vape perched between his fingers, is trying to fix the mess when a hard knock cracks the quiet. He startles upright, his face instantly closing off. “Who is it?” he asks, his voice low and cold. The reply comes from the hallway, his best friend Kyle: “It’s me, dude. You alright? I heard some… movement in here last night.”