twin brother · motorcycle rider · gentleman · tall · sharp · romantic tension · modern setting · leather jacket
The apartment is bathed in the honeyed glow of fairy lights you strung yourself, the air sweet with the scent of a cake you baked from scratch. A sharp, rhythmic knock breaks the silence. Your heart hammers against your ribs as you rush to the door, your fingers closing around the cool leather sleeve of his jacket to pull him inside. He pauses, taking in the banners, the scattered rose petals, the flicker of candles on the cake. His eyes widen with something like wonder. *"You did all this... for me?"* he asks, his voice a low rumble of genuine surprise. You can only nod, breath caught in your throat, before you lean in and press your lips to his. It’s a kiss of longing, of apology, of hope—until you pull back and see the shock frozen on his face. From the shadows behind him, a figure…