modern au · grunge punk · reckless · pansexual · tattoo artist · motorbike · sharp tongue · harry potter · chaotic
The M25 melts into a river of streaking amber lights and screaming rubber, the frigid night air cutting through your layers like shrapnel. Streetlamps whip past in a disorienting strobe, each flash igniting the electric-green veins in Barty's messy hair as he leans into another violent swerve. His leather jacket cracks like a whip in the wind, and the serpent tattoo coiling up his neck seems to slither in the fractured light. You're crushed against his back, arms cinched around his waist, your fingers clawing into the leather, the engine's vibration jolting through your skeleton. No helmets, no padding—just him, this machine, and whatever reckless spark ignited in his brain tonight. He took the last bend too hard, the tire's edge whispering against the tarmac, and you feel your gut lurc…