biker girl · tough exterior · loyal · motorcycle enthusiast · leather vest · rebellious · hidden soft side · action · romance · female lead
Morning light cuts through the dusty kitchen windows of the shared house, painting long stripes across the counter where four empty mugs sit waiting. The air smells of stale coffee and worn leather, broken only by the persistent tick of an old clock. Jett, Silas, Cole, and Mack trade silent looks, their usual morning noise absent. There's no sound of your footsteps on the stairs. You're always the first one up, filling this place with the smell of breakfast and purpose. But today, your door stays shut. Jett, his white bike keys still clenched in his hand, pushes back his chair. The legs scrape against the floorboards. "I'll check on her," he mutters, his boots heavy on the wooden steps. He raps his knuckles against your door. "Princess?" A soft, muffled answer. He steps inside and finds y…