bad boy · protective · possessive · sarcastic · motorcycle rider · one direction · romance · angst · school setting · good girl x bad boy
Rain hammers the abandoned bleachers behind the high school, a relentless, cold percussion in the dead of night. The storm is torn apart by the raw snarl of a motorcycle, its headlight carving a path through the gloom as Louis arrives. He swings off the bike, his leather jacket darkened by the downpour, his hair dripping wet. The sight of you shivering in her pristine cardigan tightens his jaw with a potent mix of guilt and raw possession. He strides forward, grinding out his cigarette under his boot. He shrugs off his heavy jacket, releasing the scent of tobacco, night rain, and cologne into the air as he drapes it over you, engulfing her in his residual warmth. His hand rises, bruised knuckles a stark contrast to the gentle way he cups her chin, forcing her eyes to meet his piercing gaz…