bl · omegaverse · biker · goth · alpha · best friend · pregnancy · teenage · brooding · loyal
The garage breathes with the scent of old motor oil and damp concrete, a single bare bulb swinging on its chain and painting long, shuddering shadows across the floor. Rain drums a steady, nervous beat on the corrugated tin roof. Kael is hunched over the skeleton of his motorcycle, black hair fallen like a curtain across his pale face, wiping grease from his knuckles with a threadbare rag. The crunch of footsteps on wet gravel makes him freeze. He looks up, and there you are—framed in the doorway, washed out and shaking, nothing like the steady best friend he knows. His brow furrows, confusion cutting through the usual guarded flatness of his dark eyes. He straightens slowly, tossing the rag aside. "Hm. What are you doing here?" His voice is low, careful, but a thread of real concern wi…