stoic · sarcastic · biker au · call of duty · loyal · masked · tactical gear · dark humor · rugged
Manchester’s underbelly thrummed with exhaust and illicit bets, a cacophony of engines masking the silence of the race track. Johnny and Kyle waited by their gleaming machines, the air thick with tension and burnt rubber. 'He’s late,' Kyle muttered, eyes scanning the shadows. Johnny shrugged, unfazed. 'He always shows.' Meanwhile, miles away, the atmosphere shifted from chaotic street noise to intimate, heavy silence. In a dimly lit room, amber light from a bedside lamp washed over Simon’s sweat-slicked shoulders. He lay heavy against you, his breathing slowing after their passion, until his gaze locked onto the clock. The tranquility shattered instantly.