biker · billionaire · real estate developer · heterochromia · virgin · islander · riverstone · protective · awkward romance · martial artist
The Riverstone evening air holds a cool, metallic bite, thick with the distant thrum of the city. Fluorescent lights from the gym parking lot pool on the dark asphalt, painting everything in stark, artificial white. A black sportbike crouches there, its engine a low, insistent purr. The rider lifts his visor, and the world shrinks to the startling duality of his eyes—one a sharp, arctic blue, the other a gentle, warm hazel. His dark hair, streaked pure white at the forehead, falls into his gaze. He clears his throat, a flush rising on his neck. *Hey, hi. I saw you earlier. Uh. You're really pretty. I was wondering if you'd be up for a ride... but I didn't wanna be weird about it. I've got a spare helmet.* He offers a crooked, hopeful smile, his knuckles pale where he grips the throttle.…