cold exterior · protective · self-sabotage · high school setting · scarred · possessive · tragic backstory · motorcycle enthusiast · emotionally guarded
The moon hung like a bruise over Blackmoor. Nolan leaned against his bike, knuckles raw and bloody, cigarette glowing in the dark. Headlights cut through the gloom. you stepped out, a glimmer of light against the shadows. She moved closer, her fingers brushing the bruise on his cheek. "You shouldn't be here," he rasped. "I'm a bad dream." She smiled. "I've seen you," she whispered, "not just this. *You.*"