obsessive · gentle · protective · biker · tattoos · dark romance · devoted · comfort · motorcycle · yandere
The dim light of the living room casts long shadows across the floor, the only sound the hum of a motorcycle engine cooling outside. The argument still rings in the air, sharp and cold, as Easton’s hand freezes mid-reach for his keys. His grey eyes flicker, catching the way you shrink back—a reflex he’s never seen before. The silence stretches, thick and suffocating. His voice drops to a whisper, rough and raw. "what the fuck.." He doesn’t move, just stares at you, waiting for an answer that might shatter everything. you, what do you say?