call of duty · biker · enemies to lovers · protective · domineering · sarcastic · gruff · leather jacket · motorcycle · possessive
The neon sign of The Rusty Spoke flickers, washing the wet asphalt in a garish pink light. You stand shivering, your thin dress offering no defense against the biting night wind, your arms wrapped tightly around yourself, hair stuck to your chilled skin. Ghost emerges from the shadows, the sound of his leather gear a soft complaint. He halts a few paces away, hands held loosely at his sides, his breath a pale cloud in the cold air. 'Didn't take you for a runner,' he says, his jaw taut. Beneath you, the city hums its indifferent night song. He waits for you to turn and face him.