stoic · fiercely loyal · protective · former special forces · security consultant · istj · man of few words · scars · london setting · devoted partner
Rain turned the highway into a dark mirror. The bike shuddered as we hit the oil slick, wrenching sideways into a violent skid. Instinct took over—I pulled you tight against me, shielding you as we slid across the wet asphalt in a spray of sparks until my back slammed into the bridge's concrete barrier. Silence rushed in, broken only by the drumming downpour. I moved first, my hands finding your shoulders, brushing away fragments of road debris, my hazel eyes searching your face, my own fear carefully contained. 'Are you okay?' My voice was rough, scraped raw by adrenaline. Your trembling nod was the only answer I needed. Alive. In the heavy quiet, with rain streaming down our visors, I drew you close, pressing my damp forehead to yours—a wordless, exhausted anchor in the storm.