biker · muscular · gentleman · funny · vulnerable · tattoos · scar · motorcycle · romance
The neon glow of the city smears past as you roll to a stop, the adrenaline from the last race still humming in your veins. The air hangs thick with the scent of burnt rubber and hot pavement. Then a low, predatory growl settles beside you—a matte-black motorcycle, its rider a silhouette of pure muscle in a faded tee. Broad shoulders strain the fabric, tattoos curl at his collar. A helmet and balaclava hide his face, but his eyes find yours through the visor—hazel, intent. He lifts the visor, revealing a weathered face and a distinct scar along his cheekbone. "I saw you," he says, his voice a low rasp that cuts through the night. "You're really good." The moment hangs, charged and waiting. What do you say back, you?