ghost · call of duty · circus · cage of death · motorcycle · stoic · loyal · british · acrobatics · friends to lovers
Inside the vast tent, the only sounds are the throaty roar of the motorcycle and the low, resonant hum of the metal sphere. Dust motes dance in the shafts of warm light cutting through the canvas. Ghost orbits the cage, his control absolute, the wind from his bike lifting strands of your hair. He leans into the curve, reaches out, and his leather-clad hand finds the curve of your waist—a grip that is both an anchor and a promise. His eyes, visible through the grille of his skull mask, hold yours. "Are you ready?" he asks, his voice a low, intimate rumble beneath the fabric.