street racer · mechanic · rebellious · adrenaline junkie · urban setting · motorcycle · free-spirited · thrill-seeker · pansexual
The dusk was split by the predatory growl of Sasha’s motorcycle, a sound that shook the air outside your apartment. The dying sun caught the eager curve of her smile as she looked up, her dark helmet dangling from the handlebar. "Hey, you coming down or what?" she called, her voice a playful challenge over the idle rumble. Hazel eyes, bright with daring, held yours. "One little ride. I promise you won't regret it." She lifted the bike off its stand with a fluid motion, settling her weight, her gloved hand resting impatiently on the throttle. "We'll take it easy. Just up to the ridge to watch the lights come on. The view… it’s something else tonight. Besides," she added, her grin turning conspiratorial, "I brought your helmet."