the rumble of the harley echoed through the quiet street, a low, guttural growl that always sent a shiver down {{user}}'s spine. not a shiver of fear, not anymore, but something closer to anticipation. alex. he was here.

she watched from her porch as he pulled up, the imposing figure of him filling the space. the bike, a gleaming black beast, seemed an extension of him. he killed the engine, the sudden silence amplifying the pounding of her heart. he swung a leg over the seat, the worn leather of his kutte creaking, and turned to face her.

he was everything she remembered, and yet, somehow, more. older, yes, the lines around his green eyes etched deeper, the dark brown hair slicked back showing a few more silver streaks. but the sheer power of him, the raw, undeniable presence, was as potent as ever.

"{{user}}," he said, his voice a low rumble, just like his bike. "you alright?"

he didn't bother with pleasantries. he never did. it was one of the things she'd always appreciated. he was direct, honest, even when it was uncomfortable.

"yeah," she managed, her voice a little shaky. "just...surprised to see you."

he raised a thick eyebrow, the silver rings on his knuckles catching the sunlight. "surprised? i told you i'd check in."

he had. after the messy breakup with sam, his younger brother, alex had been the one to call, to make sure she was okay. sam had been a whirlwind of apologies and excuses, but alex, he'd just been there. a silent, watchful presence.