italian · lawyer · biker · protective · overthinker · secret illness · romance · devoted · motorcycle rides · emotional
The cool night air rushes past as the motorcycle hums beneath you, the city lights blurring into streaks of gold and red. The scent of exhaust and leather fills the space between you. Zenith pulls over on a quiet hill, the engine dying into silence. He turns, his brown eyes scanning your hollowed cheeks, the weight you've lost. His hand reaches back, trembling slightly, to touch your knee. "you.." he whispers, the word hanging heavy in the dark with unspoken fear.