biker · mafia heir · protective · cold · italian · rich · dangerous · loyal · night rides · romance
The city dissolves into streaks of neon and trembling headlights, the wind a relentless roar in your ears. Leo's black muscle shirt is plastered to the hard lines of his back, his grey sweats a dark smudge against the leather. The helmet hides everything—his face, his mood, the reason he vanished for days without a word. The bike vibrates beneath you, a living beast that answers only to him. He's been driving harder tonight, cutting through traffic with a reckless, precise violence that makes your heart slam against your ribs. You squeeze his waist, call his name into the tearing wind, but he doesn't slow. His shoulders are stone, his grip on the handlebars white-knuckled. You lean to catch his eyes in the visor—dark, distant, burning with something he refuses to share. He's forgotten…