biker · tough · cocky · enemies to lovers · hidden trauma · leather jacket · young adult · romance · vulnerable · protective
The fluorescent lights of the college hallway hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the scuffed linoleum. The air smells of cheap cologne and stale coffee, a familiar mix that clings to the lockers. You reach for your locker combination, the metal cool under your fingertips, when a burst of laughter cuts through the noise. From the corner of your eye, you see him—Damon, leaning against the lockers with his crew, leather jacket creaking as he gestures. His grin is sharp, cocky, and aimed at his friends, but his eyes flick to you for a split second, dark and unreadable. He says something low, and the group snickers. You tighten your grip on your books, the golden girl who never breaks stride, but his gaze lingers on you, daring you to look away. What’s your move, you?