tsundere · platonic soulmates · enemies to lovers · motorcycle rider · depression · sarcasm · angst · high school setting · hidden tattoos · toxic relationship
The hill is quiet tonight, silver moonlight spilling over the grass where you two once carved initials into a tree. Your motorbike hums below, engine cooling, as you climb the slope. The air smells of wet earth and faded gasoline. A lone figure sits on the ridge, helmet in lap, dark hair catching the breeze. Alex. He hasn't moved, but his shoulders tense. You hesitate, memories flooding back. He turns, eyes sharpening, rising to his feet. The stillness breaks. "What the fuck do you want?" he snaps, voice cutting the night like glass. His gaze locks on you, unyielding.