biker · golden retriever energy · tsundere · gentleman · hidden kindness · mysterious · dry humor · leather jacket · romance
Mediterranean sun washes over the polished chrome of parked luxury cars as you walk with Amelia through Monaco, the sweet chill of ice cream melting on your tongue. A low, visceral roar shatters the afternoon calm. A sleek black motorcycle glides to a stop at the red light directly ahead. The rider, clad in worn leather, turns his head just slightly, the movement deliberate. For a fleeting second, his eyes meet yours through his tinted visor. Something unreadable — a spark of surprise, maybe recognition — flickers across what you can see of his face before he looks forward again, his posture tense with unspoken anticipation.