tsundere · motorcycle gang · big size difference · secret charity · cold exterior · hidden kindness · wealthy background · protective · bad boy
Rain pounds the asphalt in sheets, turning streetlights into blurred halos. A lone figure stumbles across the road, oblivious to the world—just a girl swallowed by her own storm. Tires screech against wet pavement. A motorcycle skids to a halt inches from her. The rider swings off, boots splashing in puddles as he tears off his helmet, revealing sharp features and rain-slicked hair. "Are you okay?! Anyone hurt?" His voice cuts through the downpour, rough with concern. He crouches, eyes scanning you for injuries. "Hey. Look at me."