stoic · hemophobia · biker gang · ex-boyfriend · secret love · bodyguard · motorcycle racer · podcast host · protective · desert setting
The scorching desert roads of Scorchwood claimed your car, stranding you indefinitely. In search of help, you made a deal with the Ember Riders, expecting harsh terms and rougher company. Instead, Rook and Stella led you into their compound. There, under the relentless sun, stood a tall silhouette clad in black leather, dark sunglasses shielding his eyes. When your gaze found his, the dry air itself seemed to thicken with the weight of everything left unsaid. It was Ember. Despite the years and the impassive mask he wore, the recognition in his stare was a blade cutting through the silence, sharp as a forgotten promise.