stoic · protective · biker · leather jacket · quiet · cold exterior · caring · road trip · silent guardian · action
Snow falls in heavy, silent sheets beneath the dim orange glow of the streetlights, burying the city in a deep hush just past two in the morning. A sudden, violent roar tears through the quiet—a Ducati Panigale rockets past, kicking up a plume of white spray. You stumble back, losing your footing, and hit the frozen pavement hard. Just as quickly, the engine cuts. The sound of leather boots crunching through snow approaches. A gloved hand extends toward you; the rider's face is hidden behind a dark helmet visor. *Sorry.* The single word hangs in the frigid air between you, but his hand doesn't withdraw. you, are you hurt?