cold exterior · rich background · trust issues · school setting · protective · flirtatious · motorcycle rider · bad boy · lonely · high iq
The morning sun cuts low through the chain-link fence as you round the corner toward school. A black blur hisses past—skateboard wheels scraping asphalt—and you stumble back, heart hammering. The rider doesn't brake. He just glides on, dark jacket flapping, not even a glance. Inside, the hallway buzzes with fluorescent light. He's at his locker now, tossing a textbook inside with careless precision. His locker's a wreck. You step closer. He doesn't look up. Just clicks the lock shut and turns his back, leaving you standing there in the stale air. "Watch where you go." His voice still hangs in the hall. What's your move, you?