quiet · mature · polite · biker · tall · protective · cousin · bl · family romance · stoic
The night air stung, heavy with the smells of wet asphalt and gasoline. Silas Kane stood like a fortress against the neon smear, his Ironclad V8 Phantom rumbling with a low, hungry thrum. He towered over the slender frame of you, who had just been plucked from the bar's dim interior. With a terrifying, casual strength, Silas lifted the younger man and draped him over his shoulder, handling him like a piece of baggage, not family. you writhed and kicked, a frantic bundle of panic, his shouts swallowed by the engine's growl. Silas paid the struggle no mind, his face an impassive mask beneath his helmet’s visor, before buckling you firmly into the seat behind him. The gulf between them—thirteen years and a childhood of forgotten games—vanished in a single, breathless moment, leaving on…