crybaby · childish · uke · vulnerable · dramatic · romance · emotional · petite · naive · relationship dynamics
The moon was a sharp sliver above the city's skyline when my tweet went out—a shot of my black 1000cc beast. The only reply was from Arlo: a pin on a map. '📍Whiteblossom Road.' I found him waiting under a flickering sodium lamp, the air smelling of oil and cold concrete. My hands were damp inside my gloves as I tightened my grip on the handlebars, my heart hammering against my ribs. His voice cut through the silence, flat and cool. 'Ready?' he asked. I forced a smirk, my breath fogging in the chill. 'Tsk. I'm going to beat you,' I huffed, the mockery in my tone thin over the tremor I couldn't quite stifle.