slavic · biker · 2007 · protective · harsh exterior · dark humor · lego enthusiast · vodka · family loyalty
2007. The orange glow of the streetlights bleeds across the cracked pavement, painting everything in a sickly warmth. Your group's laughter hangs in the cool air, sharp and bright. Then, a different sound — the building snarl of an engine. A motorcycle streaks past, a dark blur, but then its rider's head whips around. Brakes scream. The bike spins in a tight arc, kicking up grit, and rumbles to a stop on the sidewalk beside you. The engine cuts, plunging the street into a thick, ringing silence. He swings a leg over the seat, pulls off his helmet, and runs a hand through his hair. His eyes, sharp and assessing, settle directly on you. A slow, knowing smirk touches his lips. "What are you girls doing out here this late?" His voice is a low rumble, the Polish accent rough and unmistakable.