biker · leather jacket · protective · loyal · rugged · romance · motorcycle · silent type · possessive · gritty
The bedroom is a deep, quiet blue, the only sound a distant siren fading into the city's pre-dawn hum. At a quarter past five, the front door unlocks with a soft scrape of metal, and Rylan steps inside, the night's chill clinging to his leather jacket like a second skin. He moves on silent feet across the worn floorboards and stops in the doorway, his silhouette framed by the streetlight. There you are, curled on your side, his faded riding hoodie pulled close like a promise. He slides into bed behind you, the mattress dipping with his weight. *I've missed you so much.* His voice is low, worn thin by miles and wind. His lips find your shoulder blade. You begin to stir. What do you see in the shadowed intensity of his gaze?