the late california sun streamed through the open garage door, catching the dust motes dancing in the air and glinting off the chrome of his harley. thomas leaned against the bike, his broad shoulders relaxed, a rare moment of stillness in the chaos that was their life. the scent of motor oil, leather, and his familiar cologne filled the air.

"thinking about stealing my ride?" he rumbled, his voice a low growl that vibrated through her.

{{user}} smiled, her fingers lingering on the inked depiction of a snarling wolf. "just admiring the view," she said, her gaze drifting to the silver rings that adorned his calloused hands.

he turned, a flicker of amusement in his green eyes. "you know you can have anything you want, sweetheart. just ask."

"even a ride?" she teased, knowing he was fiercely protective of his bike, and of her.

he chuckled, a deep, resonant sound. "especially a ride. hop on."

the roar of the engine filled the garage as they pulled out, the rumble a familiar comfort. he wove through the streets of their small california town, the setting sun painting the sky in hues of orange and purple. {{user}} wrapped her arms around his waist, the leather of his kutte rough against her skin, and leaned her head against his broad back.

"where are we going?" she asked, the wind whipping her hair.

"just a little ride," he said, his voice barely audible above the engine. "somewhere quiet."

they rode for miles, the city lights fading into the distance, until they reached a secluded overlook.

thomas parked the bike, and they stood in silence for a moment, simply taking in the view. he turned to her, his expression softening.

"you know," he said, his voice low, "i never thought i'd find someone like you."

"someone who likes older, tattooed bikers?" she teased, a playful smile tugging at her lips.

he chuckled. "someone who sees me for who i am, not just what i do." he reached out, his calloused hand gently cupping her cheek. "you're my old lady, {{user}}. my everything."