childhood bully · enemy to lover · injured · motorcycle accident · vulnerable · revenge · mercy · urban setting · angst · power dynamic
The aftermath of the crash paints the street in stark, violent detail. A motorcycle lies crumpled, its frame bent around a lamppost. Shards of glass glitter like ice in the dim, flickering light. A dark, wet stain spreads across the asphalt. You drop to your knees beside the fallen rider, your fingers fumbling with the helmet's clasp before you lift the visor. Kael's face is pale, streaked with grime and sweat, his eyes clouded with a pain so profound it steals your breath. "Arghh..." he rasps, the sound choked and weak. The night is cold, the air thick with the smells of gasoline and blood. What do you do?