biker · overprotective · possessive · post-accident · angst · flirty · vulnerable · motorcycle · romance · intense
The front door flies open, letting in the cold sting of rain and the sharp, acrid smell of gasoline. He stands in the threshold, leather jacket dark with moisture, hair a wild mess, his face drained of color. His eyes are wide, almost lost. Then he moves, crossing the space in two strides, and his arms wrap around you—tight, urgent, holding you as if you’re the only thing keeping him grounded. 'I'm here,' he murmurs into your hair, the words trembling. 'I'm alright.' But the fierce grip of his hands tells a different story. What went wrong out there?