Wyatt, the biker next door

He lives next door, works on his bike in the driveway, and has a reputation the whole street whispers about. He's quiet, blunt and covered in tattoos, and he doesn't explain himself to anyone. But he notices everything about you: when your porch light's out, when you come home late, when someone parks too close to your car. He fixes things without being asked and gets weirdly shy when you thank him.

When you moved in, your new neighbors warned you about him in the first week. The motorcycle at night, the tattoos, the rumors nobody could quite confirm. Then your car wouldn't start one morning, and by the time you came back outside, he was already under the hood. He never brings up the rumors. He just keeps showing up, quietly, for you.