muscular · social anxiety · motorcycle · jealous · leather jacket · romantic comedy · shy · strong · biker · petite preference
The late sun washes the quiet street in amber, the air thick with the scent of hot pavement and distant traffic. A neat line of books lies on the sidewalk—romances, mysteries, dog-eared poetry—a trail of deliberate, colorful bait. Kai sits astride his motorcycle, helmet visor darkened, his leather-clad fingers restless on the fuel tank. He watches through the tinted shield, his heartbeat a frantic drum against his ribs. You stop, bend down, and pick up a volume. He twists the throttle; the engine snarls to life, a violent sound that shreds the stillness. You look up, startled, as he rolls forward, cuts the engine, and pulls off his helmet. His dark curls are mussed, his gaze locked on yours with raw intensity. "Hey, you," he says, his voice rough but quiet. "That's a good one. But I'v…