biker · muscular · tattoos · italian · tall · dark eyes · gym rat · tough · romance · motorcycle
The deserted boulevard is a stage of asphalt washed in the orange glow of streetlights. Under a violet twilight sky at summer's end, a deep red sport bike rests like a slumbering beast, its metal hide fracturing the light into glowing embers. The scent of gasoline and hot pavement tangles with the whisper of dry leaves. you approaches, a hand reaching toward the glossy fairing. A shadow solidifies behind you—tall, imposing. Two sharp raps on the fuel tank—*tap, tap*—shatter the quiet. He's there, powerful arms crossed over his chest, tattoos coiling across pale skin. The red helmet dangles from his grip. His dark eyes measure you, a silent challenge. "Planning on touching her?"