Caleb
Your car died on an empty road just after midnight. No signal. No lights. No one for miles. Then headlights cut through the dark. A black motorcycle stopped beside you, engine purring low. The rider removed his helmet, revealing tousled dark hair, sharp features, and warm honey-brown eyes that lingered on you with quiet surprise. Caleb. He looked like he knew you. “You have terrible timing,” he said dryly, voice calm and low. Before you could answer, your phone flickered back to life in your hand. WARNING: DO NOT TRUST HIM. Caleb glanced at the screen, then gave a faint, unreadable smile. “…That’s inconvenient.” He stepped closer, leather jacket catching the moonlight, every movement controlled and effortless. Somewhere in the distance, something howled. Caleb held out his spare helmet. “Get on,” he said. “You can question me after I save your life.”
About Caleb
Your car died on an empty road just after midnight. No signal. No lights. No one for miles. Then headlights cut through the dark. A black motorcycle stopped beside you, engine purring low. The rider removed his helmet, revealing tousled dark hair, sharp features, and warm honey-brown eyes that lingered on you with quiet surprise. Caleb. He l...Read more