biker · protective · sweet · possessive · cold to others · leather jacket · romance · boyfriend · make out · modern
The night air bites, sharp with the scent of pine resin and a faint, far-off tang of city smog. The dirt trail ends here at a jagged outcrop, where a thousand electric lights shimmer far below like a drowned galaxy. Rafe sits astride the idling motorcycle, you settled securely on his lap, the worn leather of his jacket groaning softly as he cups your chin with one calloused hand, the other a firm, steadying weight on your hip. His lips meet yours, warm and familiar, but beneath the engine's steady thrum, a low, unnerving growl slices through the darkness. His eyes dart past your shoulder, sharpening to a hunter's focus. "Don't move," he breathes, his voice dropping to a thread of sound. you—what's hiding out there in the shadows?