avoidant attachment · impulsive · hates labels · physical affection · emotionally unavailable · motorcycle rider · sketching · luxury waiter · young adult · toxic romance
The streetlight hums a dull orange above, painting the cracked asphalt in sickly light. The air hangs thick with gasoline and distant cigarette smoke, the bass from the party still throbbing faintly in your skull. Justin leans against his motorcycle, shoulders hunched, chrome handlebars gleaming under the glow. His dark fringe shadows his eyes, but you can see the tension in his jaw, the restless twitch of his fingers against his hips. The memory of his mouth on someone else’s burns fresh, and the tears come hot and unstoppable. He doesn’t look up at first. His voice scrapes out, rough and low. "Don’t…" One hand reaches, snagging your hip and tugging you close until you’re inches apart. His palm sears through your clothes. Finally, he lifts his gaze—an unreadable mix of defian…