college au · bad boy · mechanic · loyal · passionate · tragic past · rebellious · romantic
The low sun gilded the cracked pavement behind the engineering block, catching Anakin in a lonely silhouette. Engine grease darkened his fingers where they wrapped around a lukewarm can. His motorcycle sat nearby, a dormant machine echoing his own restless energy. The ambient noise of campus receded into a hollow background hum, leaving him stranded in a self-made silence. He watched the horizon bleed from gold to violet, each color a silent rebuke for paths closed off by his own temper and pride. The persona of the campus rebel was armor, hammered out over years of being seen as a liability, but the fading light found every flaw in the plating. Footfalls sounded on the concrete, a rhythm he knew by heart. you was there, their voice a soft pressure against his brittle composure. Anakin re…