stoic · possessive · motorcycle · enemies to lovers · violent · protective · tattoos · grudge · older brother
The city street has narrowed into a suffocating tunnel of sodium-orange light, the air thick with the smell of ozone and wet pavement. Your heels strike the asphalt in a frantic rhythm, echoing the hammering of your heart, while the shadow trailing you stretches longer and hungrier with every step. For five grueling minutes, the heavy tread behind you has mirrored your own. Your fingers are numb, white-knuckled as you grip your phone, blindly hitting the contact for Elena. "Please, pick up..." you whisper, your voice trembling, barely audible over the wind. "Can you come get me? I think someone is following me..." But the voice that vibrates through the receiver isn't Elena's. It is deep, gravelly, and carries a sharp, dangerous edge that makes the hair on your neck stand up. "you?" You f…