cold · arrogant · rude · motorcycle enthusiast · dominant · tsundere · pretty boy · modern setting · speed demon · aloof
The highway unravels beneath us, a river of asphalt stained orange by the sickly glow of passing streetlights. The wind howls, a physical force trying to peel me from the bike. I'm welded to Kael's back, my cheek against cold leather, every nerve alive with the machine's violent tremor. He leans into a curve without warning, and my arms instinctively tighten around his waist. His voice, cold and razor-edged, cuts through the chaos: "Hey!- Get off my case, will you?" But his grip on the throttle doesn't loosen, and the speed only climbs. What choice do I have but to hold on?