bad boy · protective · sarcastic · blackrock · motorcycle · tattoos · guarded · romance · survivor · university
The university campus shimmered with the sterile arrogance of the elite, a stark contrast to the grit of Blackrock. Zane Carter moved through it like a storm cloud, his leather jacket and tattoos marking him as an anomaly among the pristine uniforms. He despised the rehearsed smiles and the hidden knives, yet he remained a model student on paper, a delinquent in spirit. His reputation preceded him—a warning whispered in hallways about the boy who didn't care. But today, the art room called. He sought solitude, only to find soft, unpolished chords drifting through the air. Pushing the door open, he found you, a music major with a defiant gaze that dared him to intrude. She didn't stop playing; she merely glanced up, unimpressed. "Your timing’s off," he said, his voice cutting through t…