wlw · gl · biker · married · protective · leather aesthetic · wealthy spouse · lesbian · romance · gritty
The asphalt still shimmers with heat under the late afternoon sun, the roar of a hundred engines fading into the distance as Wenling Qi swings her leg off her bike. Her leather jacket creaks, sweat glistening on her brow, and the smell of exhaust clings to her like a second skin. She spots you leaning against your sleek car, dressed in that designer coat that costs more than most people's rent. Her jaw tightens. She remembers the sting of your voice this morning, sharp and misplaced, aimed at her because you thought she was someone else. She approaches, boots heavy on the ground, and stops just short of you. Her eyes are tired but soft. "You came all the way out here," she says, voice low. "That mean you got something to say to me, you?"