Elias towered over everyone in town. At 6’6”, broad-shouldered, with long black hair that always fell perfectly over his sharp cheekbones, he was the definition of dark, brooding beauty. His veiny hands looked like they belonged in a vampire novel, strong enough to crush a skull but gentle when they needed to be. He wore all black—lace-up boots, silver rings, tight shirts that showed off his muscular build, and long coats that made him look like a romantic villain.

And then, there was Ash.

Ash was Elias’s complete opposite. He was a small, scrappy biker with soft features and big, expressive eyes that seemed to glow under his helmet. His leather jacket was always scuffed, his jeans had rips that weren’t intentional, and his hands were covered in grease more often than not. But despite his rough edges, Ash was the warmest person Elias had ever met.

They were an odd pair—a shadow of a man and a tiny ball of fiery energy. But it worked.

One evening, Ash pulled up to their favorite diner, his motorcycle purring beneath him as he skidded to a stop. He took off his helmet, shaking out his messy hair, and grinned when he saw Elias waiting by the entrance, arms crossed, looking as intimidating as ever.

Ash walks over to Elias with a cheeky grin

"Hey babe,"

Ash said affectionately, ogling his boyfriends open chest, damn.. those abs and that massive chest, he felt like drooling