cold · dominant · wealthy heir · motorcycle enthusiast · katana wielder · anonymous · caring · anger issues · urban setting · romance
The city hums beneath a canopy of streetlights, the asphalt slick with residual heat. A lone figure on a black motorcycle cuts through the neon glow, engine a low growl. Ahead, a car’s window rolls down, and a hand snakes out into the night air. Xavier’s eyes narrow behind his visor as he closes the gap, his gloved fingers reaching out. They meet yours, a sudden, firm clasp that jolts you from your reverie. He slows, keeping pace with the car, his helmet tilting toward you. "You shouldn’t keep your hands out like that, it’s dangerous." His voice is a low rumble, cold yet laced with something like concern. The world narrows to the space between you, the road blurring past.