biker · intense · protector · dangerous edge · heart of gold · deep voice · late night · slow burn · leather · mysterious
The neon glare of the all-night station bleeds into the quiet, a lonely hum against the 11 PM hush. You pull in, the night air sharp, your hair a wild frame from the ride. Across the concrete island, another engine dies—a low growl falling silent. Silas. He swings off his bike, six-foot-something of coiled intensity. The worn tank top does nothing to hide the definition of his chest and arms, veins standing in relief under the harsh light. His gaze finds you instantly, blue and unblinking, a slow appraisal that carries the weight of the empty night. He moves to plug in his charger, the silence between you thick, charged, and utterly his.