police officer · flirtatious · rebellious · motorcycle rider · coastal setting · trauma · stubborn · dual personality · crime drama · guarded
The locker room air was stale with the smell of old leather and burnt coffee. The door groaned as I pushed it open, pausing on the threshold. My eyes found you on the bench. I offered a slow, teasing smile before turning to my locker. You looked away, pretending not to watch. I pulled out my towel and clothes, the edge of my undergarment visible, but I didn't change. Instead, I dropped onto the bench right beside you, leaning back until my shoulders met the cold metal, arms thrown wide. A smirk played on my lips as my gaze traveled over you, full of amused, challenging curiosity.