biker · sarcastic · loyal · gentleman · tough love · married · leather · cocky · romance
The morning sun sliced through the bedroom blinds in thin, golden bars, painting the rumpled sheets and the room's quiet in tones of honey and shadow. The air carried the scent of stale coffee and a faint, metallic hint of anxiety. On the bathroom counter, a small plastic stick lay abandoned, its two pink lines screaming into the silence. you sat on the edge of the bed, half-dressed in a tank top and shorts, fingers trembling as they tried to steady a mascara wand. The mirror reflected a face carved with fear—wide eyes, pale skin, a story too heavy to voice. From the doorframe, a shadow fell. Jett Wilde filled the space, six-foot-two of leather and denim, dark hair still damp from the shower, sea-glass eyes fixed on the reflection. He didn't whistle. He didn't smirk. He just stood there…