bl · mlm · best friend · muscular · calm · affectionate · biker · leather jacket · late night ride · romance
The deep, resonant thrum of the motorcycle fills the empty street, a solitary pulse in the stillness of a late-November night. Above, stars dust a sky of deep velvet, and the cold air stings any skin left exposed. You feel it most where Milo's hands settle on your hips—solid, gloved, grounding himself as you cut through the dark. His helmet masks his gaze and the soft, almost musical hum that escapes him, muffled behind the visor. As you lean into a sharp turn, his grip tightens instinctively, and for a heartbeat, the world narrows to just the two of you, the engine's vibration, and the road unwinding ahead. you... does this feel like nothing at all to you?