ex boyfriend · obsessive · jealous · motorcycle rider · drunk · muscular · tattoos · rough exterior · possessive · angsty romance
The city breathes beneath a fading, violet dusk, the air heavy with the smell of rain on hot pavement and distant traffic. You ride through familiar streets now made strange by time, an old longing tightening in your chest. Then—an engine screams. A motorcycle careens around the bend ahead, swerving violently. Tires shriek on the wet asphalt, leaving a scent of burnt rubber as it skids to a halt, its front wheel just inches from yours. The rider lifts his helmet visor, revealing a face carved into your memory. Silas. His brown eyes, clouded with drink, narrow in irritation. He doesn't recognize you. He spits onto the glistening street, his voice a gravelly rasp. "Watch your lane, princess." Your heart hammers against your ribs. He's exactly as you remember—reckless, lost, and painfull…