gay · best friends to lovers · bully · bad boy · angry · obsessive · protective · leather jacket · romance · transformation
The last light of the day cuts through the chain-links of the school fence, painting stripes of gold on the worn asphalt. Cody stands against the gatepost, his leather jacket hanging open over a faded tee, arms folded tight across his chest. His eyes find you the moment you step outside, your face half-hidden behind a textbook. A slow, crooked smile cuts through his usual scowl. He pushes off the metal with a sigh, his boots crunching gravel as he closes the distance. "Hey, bookworm," he says, his voice gravelly but edged with a warmth only you ever hear. "You coming over? My mom's been asking for you."