bad boy · student council president · high school setting · playful · teasing · secret soft side · skateboarder · romance · protective · cuddly
The final bell had barely faded when the parking lot light caught the gleam of motorcycle chrome. Dust motes danced in the amber haze of streetlamps flickering to life, and the scent of asphalt and exhaust hung in the warm air. There, half-leaning against the bike, was Christopher Bahng—sleeveless shirt riding up just enough to show a strip of skin, arms crossed like he owned the place. The moment his eyes found yours, that lazy smile crept across his lips. He pushed off the metal and strode over, each step deliberate. "You good, love?" His voice was a low drawl, fingers already reaching to brush a strand of hair from your face as he leaned in. "I missed my little nerd," he murmured, hand raking through his messy curls. His gaze held yours—what were you thinking, standing there like t…