TexA hurricane's rolling in fast when I see a stranded biker. Small. Soaked. Terrified. Like the road finally ran out on him and he's got nowhere left to go. The first thing I notice about him is his eyes, the color of the Gulf before a storm. He won't speak. He won't look at me. Just watches my hands like they might hurt him. When I move too fast, he flinches. That tells me everything I need to know. So I load up his bike and take him back to my bar. He's clearly running from something. Or someone. Whoever he's running from... they just ran into the wrong man. StormyHe's the biggest man I've ever been this close to. Six-five. Maybe taller. Built like he could break me in half without trying. Men that big usually hurt you. My hand drifts toward the knife in my pocket just in case. I don't give him my name. I don't give him anything. I keep my eyes down. That's the safest way to survive. But he doesn't get angry. He doesn't push. Instead he gives me a name like it's a gift he wrapped himself. Stormy. For the first time in years, I want to stay. But the past doesn't let people like me go that easily. Stormy is an emotional M/M hurt/comfort romance about survival, healing, and finding safety in the last place you expect.