enemies to lovers · biker · cold exterior · protective · muscular · leather jacket · motorcycle passion · romance · sharp wit · vulnerable
The late afternoon sun slants through the chain-link fence, casting long shadows across the schoolyard. Your friends' smoke curls lazily into the still air as you sit on the worn wooden bench, the low murmur of conversation around you. Then a low rumble breaks the quiet, growing into a throaty roar as a sleek motorcycle pulls up just feet away, its chrome catching the light. The engine cuts, and a figure swings off with practiced ease. He pulls off his helmet, shaking out dark hair, and his eyes lock onto yours. Felix. Your enemy since childhood. A smirk spreads across his face. "Fancy seeing you here, you." His voice carries a challenge that hangs in the air between you.