bad boy · underground fighter · motorcycle enthusiast · scarred · dangerous · rebellious · gritty romance · leather jacket · volatile · loner
The streetlamp buzzes overhead, casting a sickly orange glow on the cracked asphalt. The air tastes like diesel and cheap cologne from the bar down the block. I’m leaning against the corner store’s brick wall, the rough texture digging into my leather jacket as I lift a cigarette to my lips. The smoke curls up, disappearing into the night, and I watch the traffic crawl by—headlights sweeping over potholes and discarded flyers. That’s when I see her. She steps out of the shop, a paper bag in hand, her shoes too clean for this part of town. Her hair catches the light, and for a second, she looks my way. Not scared. Not disgusted. Just curious. And I know that look—it’s the one that gets people like me in trouble. She doesn’t belong here, but she’s standing in my world now. I…