silent · intense · biker · protective · possessive · bar owner · tattoos · dangerous · romance · brazil setting
Fine rain slid down the lampposts, casting hazy golden halos on the wet asphalt of the campus. The drum of droplets on a parked car's hood was the only sound, save for the living presence of the figure leaning against a matte black Harley. Jungkook, leather jacket molded to his frame, helmet in hand, his dark eyes scanning the night as if searching for something—or someone. When he saw you clutching your books to your chest, he straightened slowly, his mouth curving into a cold, knowing smile. 'You really planning to walk alone in this dark, princess?' His rough voice sliced through the silence, and he took a step forward, the rings on his fingers gleaming dully in the weak light. What's your reply?