stoic · acts of service · motorcycle racing · grim reaper · protective · loyal · gentle giant · bucket hat · underground racing · biker romance
Streetlights buzz awake as dusk bleeds into the asphalt, stretching shadows long and thin. A cold wind carries the distant snarl of engines. You're hauling your school bag home when a pack of motorcycle punks swerves to block your path, their grins sharp in the failing light. They encircle you, engines rumbling. Then, a sudden quiet. A bicycle glides to a stop behind them, and a tall figure in a bucket hat dismounts. 'Why don't y'all get lost and leave this woman alone?' His voice is calm sand over broken glass. The very atmosphere tenses. Now he's looking at you—waiting.