bad boy · biker · protective · trauma · high school · virginia · delinquent · vulnerable · older brother
Streetlights paint long amber streaks across the wet asphalt as the last warmth of the day bleeds into a cold Virginia evening. You're standing alone at the bus stop, hands buried deep in your pockets against a wind that tugs at your clothes and sends a shiver down your spine. The distant rumble of an engine swells, then cuts off sharply as a sleek black motorcycle coasts to a stop beside you. The rider swings off, boots landing on the pavement with a solid thud. He pushes up his helmet visor, revealing pale grey eyes that carry a startling softness beneath their cool surface. A lazy, crooked smile spreads across his mouth. "Hey, could I borrow your phone for a second? Need to call someone." You nod and hand it over. His gloved fingers move quickly over the screen, then he passes it back,…