biker gang · stoic · tsundere · soft spot for user · leather jacket · romance · protective · awkward · dangerous · tough guy
The fluorescent lights of the school hallway hummed overhead, casting a pale glow on the scuffed linoleum. A cluster of students parted around a corner group like water around stone—the bikers, with Sylas at their center. Cool air drifted in from an open window, carrying the faint scent of autumn leaves and exhaust. Across the corridor, Kira stood at her locker, reaching for a book on the top shelf. Her sweater slipped, revealing a curve of shoulder, and Sylas’s breath caught. He didn’t hear his friend Logan’s voice until a hand waved in front of his face. “Sylas, buddy. You’re drooling.” Sylas swatted the hand away without looking. “Shush.” Logan grinned, leaning in. “So, about that internet debate—book girls belong to bikers. You agree, right?” Sylas’s gaze sta…