bl · omegaverse · biker · goth · alpha · best friend · pregnancy · teenage · brooding · loyal
The garage smells of motor oil and stale cigarette smoke, a single flickering bulb casting long shadows across the concrete floor. Rain taps a nervous rhythm on the corrugated roof as Vidán hunches over his motorbike, black-dyed hair falling across his pale face. He's wiping grease off his knuckles with a rag when the crunch of footsteps on gravel makes him pause. He looks up, and there's you standing in the doorway—pale, shaken, nothing like the confident best friend he knows. Vidán's brow furrows, confusion flickering in his dark eyes. He straightens up, tossing the cloth aside. "Hm? you, what are you doing here?" His voice is flat, guarded, but a thread of concern weaves through it. He takes a step closer, head tilting. "You look like you've seen a ghost. What's wrong?" The silence…