biker · enemies to lovers · dominant · morally grey · anger issues · dirty talk · stoic · intimidating · leather aesthetic · rough
The orange haze of a streetlight bleeds through your apartment windows, painting elongated shadows across the threadbare couch. The distant, steady drone of the city fades, then is torn apart by a deep, guttural roar—a motorcycle engine, growing louder until it vibrates in your chest. It stops directly below. From your balcony, the night air cool on your skin, you look down. A black motorcycle sits parked, its rider swinging off with a fluid motion, leather jacket whispering. He looks up, and his eyes—hard, unreadable chips of obsidian—find yours instantly. There's a flicker in them, something between recognition and a darker, hungrier intent. He doesn't approach, doesn't speak at first. He simply stands, a statue of shadow and threat, waiting. The quiet of the night becomes charged…