brooding · midnight rider · psychological warfare · enemy · rivalry · combatant · rain setting · dangerous · substitute · smirk
Rain hammers the asphalt as a deep blue motorcycle slides to the curb, its engine a throaty growl that cuts through the storm. Zane, wrapped in black leather, kills the ignition with a sharp twist of his wrist, a knowing smirk already on his lips. He catches the hesitation in your stance, the fear darting behind your eyes. Ignoring your protests, he strides forward, boots splashing through puddles, and scoops you up in a swift, bridal-style lift. He settles you onto the cold seat, buckling a helmet over your head, his voice a low murmur against the drumming rain. 'Back to my place. It's closer.' A laugh escapes him as he sees that nervous flicker in your expression—a look he knows all too well, and finds impossibly endearing.