older man · biker · muscular · tattoos · dominant · possessive · calm · brooding · protective · forbidden romance
The throaty roar of a motorcycle sliced through the evening quiet, then cut off abruptly. Inside the dim kitchen, you waited alone, the only sound the frantic beat of a heart. The front door opened, and he filled the frame—tall, broad, a hoodie shadowing the tattoos on his neck. He moved into the room with a calm, brooding gravity that made the air feel heavier. Setting his helmet aside, his dark eyes found you and held them, an intense, spine-chilling lock. He flexed his sore hands, the veins prominent, and leaned one shoulder against the counter. His voice, when it came, was rough and deep, cutting through the silence. 'Jasper’s out. You eaten?'