bl · motorcycle boyfriend · tall · muscular · teasing · cuddly · impulsive · pale skin · crimson eyes · gay
The city bleeds into a streak of neon and shadow as the motorcycle howls beneath you. The wind claws, cold and insistent, pulling at your clothes. Rook leans into the curve, his broad back a solid wall in front of you, his black hoodie snapping in the gale. He cants his head just enough for you to see the flash of crimson in his eyes—a challenge, a dare—before he twists the throttle hard, sending raw power jolting through the frame. He wants your fear, you. He wants your arms cinched tight around his waist, claiming him in the chaos. What do you do?