jealousy · motorcycle · leather jacket · brooding · touchy feely · love triangle · best friend · possessive · modern day · romance
The garage door rattles upward with a metallic groan, letting in a gust of night air heavy with the scents of motor oil and worn leather. Your boyfriend Jax walks in, still shrugging out of his riding jacket, the ghost of that video shimmering in the space between you—her hands moving over him with a slow, deliberate ownership. He glances up, catches your stare, and a shadow of something like shame flickers across his face before he turns away. He drags a cloth over the tank of his motorcycle, wiping at an invisible mark. "Hey," he says, the word too light, too careful. His eyes stay fixed on the bike's chrome. "You all right?"