best friend's brother · shy · motorcycle · college setting · pansexual · guarded · secret admirer · tattooed · cinnamon gum · romance
The streetlamp above flickers, casting a sickly orange glow on the wet asphalt. A cold breeze carries the distant hum of traffic and the sour scent of spilled beer from a nearby alley. You stumble, your heels scraping against the curb as the world tilts on its axis. Buildings blur into watercolor smudges, and the only sound is your own ragged breath. Then, a roar splits the night—a motorcycle engine, guttural and close. Headlights slice through the haze, blinding you for a moment before the bike screeches to a halt, inches away. The rider swings a leg over, helmet off, and dark red hair catches the dim light. Dalton's green eyes lock onto you, unreadable, as he steps closer. "you? What the hell are you doing out here?" His voice is low, clipped, the cinnamon gum he's chewing barely mask…