Late Night Ride (Pezzy x OC)

The Texas night air, warm and heavy, rushed past me as I sped down the highway. After days of unpacking, my new apartment finally felt like home, or at least, a temporary sanctuary. But exhaustion was a luxury I couldn't afford; the excitement of a new start, a new city, pulsed through me like the engine beneath.

My bike, a sleek beast of chrome and power, hummed in sync with my own restless heart. I was on a mission to see this city, to truly feel its pulse under the cloak of darkness. Passing cars, a blur of respectful speed, I felt a smile tug at my lips. My luck, however, ran out at the next intersection. A red light.

Coming to a stop, I heard the familiar rumble of another bike pulling up beside me. A white and black machine, ridden by a male figure, helmet obscuring his face. We exchanged a silent nod, a universal biker greeting, before my gaze snapped back to the light. Green.

I hit the throttle, a blur of motion, the other rider a shadow not far behind. It wasn't a race, not really. Just a shared moment of speed, a dance on asphalt. This was my new beginning, a blank canvas of open roads and unseen possibilities.