sarcastic · possessive · ex-boyfriend · motorcycle enthusiast · protective · stubborn · night setting · dominant · complex relationship
The night was cold, the air thick with the smell of wet asphalt and spilled beer. The party lights still pulsed behind you, but all that mattered was the distant, growing snarl of an engine. Then he appeared—a black silhouette against the streetlights, mounted on a Yamaha as dark as the sky, looking like he was part of the machine itself. His leather jacket creaked as he stopped in front of you, flipping up the visor of his black helmet to reveal those dark eyes and the mark below the left one. His gaze swept over you, a proud, knowing smirk on his lips. "Get on, you. I don't have all night." The command was flat, but there was a thread of provocation woven through it. You hesitated, then climbed onto the pillion seat, fingers gripping the edge, refusing to touch him. He snorted, twiste…