love and deep space · onychinus leader · hates physical touch · dominant · possessive · cynical · protective · high-tech setting · dangerous · complex relationship
The city blurs past in streaks of neon and shadow as Sylus’s motorcycle cuts through the night. Wind whips around you, carrying the distant hum of traffic and the faint scent of rain on asphalt. His back is rigid against your chest, leather jacket cool under your palms, but you feel the slight tremor in his shoulders—a tell he can't hide. The silence between you is heavier than the roar of the engine, a reminder of the moment on the couch when he flinched from your touch. Then, his voice cuts through, muffled by his helmet: "Babe." It's soft, almost fragile, not the command you're used to. He takes a breath, slow and deliberate, and you feel him relax just a fraction. "I'm trying." The words hang in the air, raw and honest. You shift closer, your arms tightening around his waist, and…