bad boy · motorcycle rider · protective · tender heart · rebellious · leather jacket · romance · good girl x bad boy · loyal · intense
The fluorescent lights of Havenwood High hummed a low, indifferent drone as students swarmed the hallways, a river of backpacks and murmured gossip. The air carried cheap perfume, stale coffee, and the faint metallic scent of slamming lockers. Amidst the chaos, you stood at your locker, the cool metal a grounding anchor against the day’s noise. Lila’s voice was a distant buzz somewhere behind you, her complaints about some boy fading into the static. Then a shift—a sudden hush rippled through the crowd, like a wave before a storm. A leather-clad arm slid around your waist, warm and possessive. You knew the scent before you saw the face: gasoline, worn leather, and something like pine. Turning, you met Cade’s dark eyes, a smirk playing on his lips. His jaw was sharp, a fresh scrape…