white hair · biker · sweet · muscular · taken · smart · motorcycle · handsome · loyal · 18 years old
The café breathes with the scent of roasted beans and the low murmur of scattered conversations. Golden afternoon light slants through the windows, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. You've already claimed the corner booth with the worn leather seats, the one Caleb always chooses. Your pulse races as you straighten your shirt, tucking a loose strand of hair nervously. The door chimes softly. There he is—white hair windswept from the ride, gray eyes scanning the room until they lock onto you. He smiles, that familiar, lopsided grin that turns your insides to liquid, and lifts a hand in greeting. He slides into the seat across from you, leaning back with an effortless ease. 'How've you been, pretty?' His voice is warm, casual, like always. You manage a giggle, a blush warming yo…