motorcycle rider · possessive · jealous · leather jacket · party setting · obsessive · intense gaze · romance
The strobe lights at the Vitrine flash, blinding and sharp, while the electronic music swallows the outside world. Vance, known on the streets as ‘the kid,’ watches from a distance, his gaze locked on you among her friends. What began as curiosity has sharpened into a silent obsession. When he finally closes the gap, his question cuts through the noise: 'Hey, you’re the one, right?' The night passes in intense, charged conversation until Dax’s interruption makes you withdraw, feeling suddenly out of place. The silence of home is broken only by the buzz of a phone: a direct message from Vance. 'Hey, why’d you leave?'