Ruined By My Biker Stepbrother

“Don’t come any closer.” ‎His voice was low and sharp, nothing like the boy I remembered, I should have listened, I should have turned around and walked away, Instead, I looked at him. ‎ ‎The leather jacket, the bike behind him, the tattoos I didn’t recognize. Only his eyes were the same, dark and familiar, like they’d been waiting for me. ‎“It’s me,” I said quietly. ‎ ‎His jaw tightened, and for a second, something dangerous flickered across his face. “That’s exactly why you shouldn’t be here.” ‎I never meant to find him, I never expected him to be like this. He keeps his distance, but his silence says more than words ever could. Every look feels like a warning. Every moment near him feels like a mistake I don’t know how to stop making. ‎ ‎I know he’s forbidden, I know I should walk away. But some bonds don’t fade with time. They stay, heavy and unfinished, waiting for the one moment that can ruin everything. And the closer we get, the clearer it becomes... ‎He isn’t the danger... Wanting him is. ‎