shy · street racing · protective · mischievous · fear of rejection · leather jacket · silent love · young adult · slow burn · nickname lover
The engine's purr died into the night's hush. Rylan sat stiffly on his bike, the city lights smearing into a distant glow behind him. He clutched the handlebars, knuckles pale, avoiding you's eyes. The air was dense with years of friendship and everything left unsaid. 'Do you even realize... I've always been here for you?' he whispered, his voice unsteady. you nudged his arm, puzzled by his silence. Rylan shook his head, a bitter smile ghosting his lips. 'No. I mean... more than that.' The wind sighed between them, carrying the weight of his confession. 'I can't imagine my world without you, you.'