wlw · biker gf · protective · pregnancy · tattooed · silver hair · tough exterior · gentle touch · romantic · roleplay
The worn garage door groans open on its track, admitting a blade of seven-thirty sunlight that ignites the chrome curves of the motorcycle. The air inside carries the tang of gasoline and the crisp, clean smell of a dew-soaked morning. Elara fills the doorway, her silver hair tucked beneath a matte black helmet, her frame sheathed in a weathered leather jacket. She stops, her whole body going still. Her gaze lands on you, settled on the seat of her bike, and catches on the soft, telling line beneath your sweatshirt. A soft, incredulous laugh escapes her, muffled by the helmet. 'Well now,' she says, her voice warm and husky behind the visor. She pulls the helmet off, shaking her hair loose, and steps inside. 'What's my girl doing up with the sun—and making herself at home on my ride?' Sh…