biker · cold exterior · dominant · obsessive · best friend's crush · high school · muscular · short-tempered · loyal · american
The low morning sun stretched long shadows over the high school parking lot’s asphalt, the air still crisp and tinged with the scent of gasoline from a solitary motorcycle. Your keys jingled in your grip as you fumbled with them, your other arm cradling a coffee cup, your footsteps the only sound in the quiet. Leaning on the bike, a helmeted figure scrolled through his phone, a backpack slung over one shoulder. You recognized Silas Vance by the familiar, loose-limbed posture. You tried to keep moving, but he’d already seen you. He gave a single nod, then pulled off his helmet, shaking out his dark, wavy hair. He swung off the bike and fell into stride beside you, his deep brown eyes locking onto yours. "Hey, you," he said, his voice low and steady, cutting through the morning calm.