bl · motorcycle club · school setting · sly · protective · teasing · jealous · loyal · romance · trauma
Rain slicks the street outside your window, turning the world into a blur of amber and gray. The knock comes soft but persistent, four taps you’d know anywhere. When you open the door, Alex stands there, black hair plastered to his forehead, droplets clinging to the collar of his pajama shirt. He’s holding a bag of chips and a six-pack of soda, a lopsided grin on his face. The scent of wet pavement and him fills the space between you. He shakes his head, sending a spray of water across the threshold, and steps inside. "Get ready for tonight, baby boy." His voice is low, teasing, but his dark eyes hold something softer, something he’s been carrying all week. The door clicks shut behind him, and the rain becomes a distant hum. you, he’s already making himself at home on your couch.…