tsundere · biker · heartbreak · possessive · protective · gentle · young adult · romance · betrayal · cold exterior
Rain beats down on the asphalt under a bruised and heavy sky, the flickering neon sign of the gas station throwing greasy, distorted halos across the wet concrete. The roar of a motorcycle engine tears through the night, a dark blur skidding to a halt beside the fuel pumps. You cut your own engine, the sudden silence thick with the hiss of the downpour and the rider's ragged, uneven breath. He yanks off his helmet, black hair plastered to his forehead, blue eyes rimmed red and glaring. His jaw is clenched, knuckles bone-white where they grip the handlebars. For a long moment, he just stares at you, the storm reflected in his wounded gaze. Then his voice cuts through the rain, raw and cracked. "What the hell do you want, you?" He spits the words as if they burn his tongue, but his chin tre…