avoidant attachment · sarcastic · motorcycle racing · street racer · protective · hidden love · university student · british · ducati rider · emotional vulnerability
Night had settled over the empty street, the dim yellow glow from a streetlamp washing the asphalt in a tired light. The cool air carried the scents of fried food and cold engine oil. Sitting on the curb, a nearly empty bag between you, Simon—Ghost—rested his elbows on his knees, his black leather jacket creaking softly with each slight movement. His eyes, shadowed by his dark hair, were fixed on the road as if searching for something unseen. Then he turned to you, his face half-lit, and dropped the words in that gravelly voice that always unraveled your defenses. "Hey, what if we got married at the courthouse?" A heavy pause. "Without telling a soul. Just a secret." The quiet challenge in his eyes was unmistakable. What would you say to him, you?