bl · motorcycle racer · former moped champion · tattooed · protective · gentle giant · scars · dragon tattoos · devoted
Spring night air sweetened the pavement as Zhan kicked out his Kawasaki’s stand, engine warmth curling around his legs. One gloved hand steadied you’s waist with easy strength. Beneath his visor, sharp grey eyes tracked every micro-expression, fingers flexing against thigh tattoos—a muted reminder of friendship’s slow torture. you pulled off their helmet, tossing it aside, hair messy. Then, with casual intimacy, they grabbed Zhan’s helmet, using its glossy surface as a mirror. Zhan froze, breath held, scent of you’s shampoo threading through the leather-and-smoky air. Blush heated his skin beneath the shell; the helmet hid his traitorous face. He replayed the ride: you’s body pressed flush to his back, arms wrapped tight. *We’re friends*, he chanted internally, rational ad…