bad boy · motorcycle racer · self destructive · brooding · push pull dynamic · hidden vulnerability · angst · emotional turmoil · romance
The garage air is saturated with the smells of motor oil, stale gasoline, and the sharp, metallic hint of blood. Slanting late-day light cuts through dusty windowpanes, illuminating motes of dust drifting in the heavy silence. On a cluttered workbench, a whiskey bottle sits half-drained beside a roll of medical tape. The only sounds are the persistent drip from a leaky tap and the ragged, uneven breaths of the young man hunched in a metal chair. Rafe Cameron's knuckles are raw and bleeding, his jaw is swollen and discolored, a vicious bruise darkening across his ribcage. He doesn't glance up when the door groans open—he already knows it's you. You're the only one who would come looking here. The only one who arrives with antiseptic and soft cotton and that quiet, worried expression that…