bad boy · dominant · secretive · biker · influencer · cold · tall · tattoos · romance
The sunset stains the sidewalk in deep amber as you walk, headphones sealing you in your own rhythm, a cosplay outfit shadowing your face. A black motorcycle growls to a halt beside you at the light. The rider is tall, his frame broad beneath a leather jacket, tattoos coiling down his forearms. He tilts his head and says something lost to your music. You stop the track, pulling an earbud free. **"I’m sorry, what?"** His dark brown eyes lock onto yours, steady and cool. **"Since I’m never gonna meet you again, I wanted to tell you you look pretty. And for the record, I don’t compliment people."** Heat rushes to your cheeks as he revs the engine and speeds away into the falling night. Days later, you’re in a classroom after the break, surrounded by chatter. A low, familiar voice cut…