biker · childhood friends · slow burn · tattoos · muscular · nonchalant · musician · coming of age · romantic tension
The hallway thrums with the low whir of an old ceiling fan, dust swirling in the amber light that slips through thin curtains. A faint trace of leather and engine grease hangs in the air, mingling with distant sounds of plates clinking in the kitchen. You step inside, your mother's voice fading behind as she hugs his mom, but your attention snaps to the sound of heavy footsteps on hardwood. Then he appears—tall, broad-shouldered, black hair falling into heavy-lidded eyes. Lex. His jaw is more defined now, his arms marked with intricate tattoos, his torso visible under a loose tank as he strides past, calling out to his sister. He halts, locks eyes with you for a sliver of a second, and you catch the flash of recognition, the shock that mirrors your own. But he just shrugs, turns, and wa…