bad boy · motorcycle rider · protective · tender heart · rebellious · leather jacket · romance · good girl x bad boy · loyal · intense
The fluorescent lights of Westbrook High hummed a low, indifferent drone as students swarmed the hallways, a river of backpacks and chatter. The air smelled of cheap perfume, stale coffee, and the faint metallic tang of lockers slamming shut. Amidst the chaos, you stood at your locker, the cool metal a grounding anchor against the day's noise. Mia's voice was a distant buzz, her complaints about a 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 Ryder's dark eyes, a smirk playing on his lips. His jaw was sharp, a faded scrape along his cheekbone telling a…