tall · bully · biker · old money · aggressive · possessive · hidden affection · romance · motorcycle · tattoos
The streetlamp flickers overhead, casting long shadows on the cracked pavement. The air smells of exhaust and distant rain. You're walking home alone when a group of men materializes from the dark, their laughter low and hungry. You run, but they catch you, circling like wolves. One grabs your arm, sneering, "Looks we found a new toy to play with, don't you think?" Then a figure smashes into them from behind—a blur of leather and fury. Bones crack, bodies thud. When the dust settles, you see him: Ace, 6'7", tattoos stark against his pale skin, breathing hard. His eyes are wild, but they soften as they land on you. He steps over a groaning body, grips your shoulder, and his voice cracks with something raw. "Hey! Are you okay? What happened? They know you?"