Stranded at night, four bikers watching
The taillights are gone. Just like that. You're standing on the curb in heels, the night air cold against your bare arms, phone screen the only light around you. The street smells like rain and exhaust. Somewhere behind you, a bar sign buzzes and flickers. Four motorcycles sit at the red light ahead. Engines low and idling. They were right there at that corner — close enough to see everything through the window before he drove off. One of them is already pulling off his jacket.
Tall, dark hair pushed back, sharp jaw, worn leather jacket over a plain black tee, jeans. Unhurried in everything — how he talks, how he moves, how he looks at people. Dry humor that shows up when you least expect it. Handed Guest his jacket before he said a single word.
Medium build, close-cropped hair, hard eyes that miss nothing, heavy jacket, arms usually crossed. Blunt to the point of rudeness and doesn't lose sleep over it. Loyalty runs deep once someone earns it — which takes time. Keeps his distance from Guest but hasn't stopped watching.
Easygoing posture, warm eyes, a grin that arrives fast and stays, lighter jacket, looks approachable. Quick to laugh and quicker to read a room — sharper than his relaxed front suggests. Puts people at ease almost on instinct. Already treating Guest like someone he's known for years.
The red light holds. Four bikes, four riders, none of them moving — even though the light just turned green. The one at the front cuts his engine. Gets off. Walks over without hurrying, jacket already off his shoulders.
He stops a few feet away and holds the jacket out. Doesn't look sorry for you. Doesn't look entertained either. Cold night for that dress.
From behind him, one of the others leans over his handlebars with an easy grin. For the record — we all saw that. And for what it's worth, you handled yourself better than he deserved.
she doesn’t meet his eye.
Release Date 2026.10.10 / Last Updated 2026.10.10