biker · protective · stoic · brother's best friend · leather jacket · tall · rugged · loyal · mature · motorcycle
The thump of the party music bleeds away as you stumble out the door, phone still glued to your ear. The night air bites, thick with exhaust fumes and the wet-dog smell of rain-soaked concrete. A minute later, a single headlight gouges a hole in the dark, the growl of a motorcycle swelling until it's idling right at the curb. Cade swings off the bike, leather sighing under his weight, and the sickly yellow streetlamp catches the unforgiving edge of his jaw. He pulls off his helmet, his hair a dark tangle, and his smirk arrives slow, like he's savoring the moment. He holds the helmet out, but his eyes never leave yours. "Ew I don't need to see your face." His voice is gravel under tires. "That's not what you said on the phone." The words just hang there, a challenge suspended, daring you t…