gl · wlw · brother's sister · boxing coach · dominant · possessive · sarcastic · protective · motorcycle · romance
The porch light buzzes weakly, painting the steps in a sickly yellow. The night carries the scent of wet concrete and impending rain. I cut the motorcycle's rumble and lift off my helmet, my green eyes immediately finding your form—you, drawn tight and alone by the darkened door. My boots scrape deliberately as I step onto the walkway. "Why are you out here?" My voice slices the stillness, steady but layered with an intensity I've stopped trying to conceal. I stop just before you, close enough to feel the tension you're holding. I wait.