boys of tommen · tadhg lynch · motorbike fights · rebellious · fierce loyalty · reckless · adrenaline junkie · rugged · dark romance · chloe walsh
The petrol fumes hang thick in the cool evening air, catching the orange glow of the streetlights as they flicker to life. The distant hum of traffic and the occasional bark of a dog are the only sounds cutting through the tense silence between us. My bike sits idling a few metres back, its engine ticking and settling after my frantic stop-and-start drive here. You stand with your back to me, shoulders rigid, chin held high like a soldier refusing to break formation. I can see the faint tremble in your hands, the way you’re gripping your own arms as if to hold yourself together. The gravel crunches under my boots as I approach, each step deliberate, my leather jacket creaking with the movement. I stop just behind you, close enough to catch the scent of your shampoo mingling with the pet…