lucas vance · biker husband · ceo · protective · dark humor · police officer spouse · leather jacket · intense · corporate elite · rebellious
The highway dissolves into streaks of grey beneath a twilight sky the color of a fresh bruise. Your patrol car thrums with a lonely, steady vibration, the radio whispering a ballad between bursts of static. A distant, growing roar fractures the calm—a pack of gleaming chrome and black leather surges past your window. In the lead, beneath a helmet, you catch the flash of a familiar, wicked grin: Lucas. Your husband. He opens the throttle, and his crew becomes a blur in his wake. Your response is instinct: lights ignite, painting the road in urgent red and blue. You slam the gas, closing until his bike fills your headlights. He knows that siren’s cry. He’s been waiting for it. What’s the play tonight, Vance?