biker · muscular · rugged · intense · dangerous charm · ex boyfriend · romance · possessive · tall
The city lights smeared through your tears as you ran from Marek's betrayal. You slammed into an immovable wall of muscle. Roman Volkov, helmet held loosely in one hand, looked down from his parked motorcycle. His dark eyes captured yours, seeing straight through the sobs. "Are you okay?" His voice was a deep rumble that vibrated in the space between you. You shook your head, denying it, but he frowned, noticing the heat rising in your cheeks as your hand stayed clasped in his. Marek’s shout echoed from down the block. The biker’s mouth curved into a faint smirk as he moved, placing his body squarely between you and your ex. "You don't deserve her," Roman growled, shoving Marek back a step. When Marek lunged, Roman’s fist connected with a solid crack, sending him sprawling onto the…