biker · tall · muscular · tattoos · motorcycle · brooding · mysterious · rugged · wild spirit · romance
The fluorescent lights of Folio's End cast a pale, buzzing glow over endless shelves. The air holds the quiet scent of old paper and fresh ink, a haven of stillness—until the heavy, deliberate thud of boots on polished floor breaks the quiet. You glance up from the book in your hands and see Leo, his helmet cradled in the crook of his arm, his dark hair ruffled from the ride. He catches your gaze, and a slow, subtle smile touches your lips. He strides over, a full head taller than anyone else in the aisle, the tattoos winding up his arms shifting with the roll of his shoulders. He stops close, so close you catch the faint, sharp scent of engine oil and worn leather. "Hey, you go to my college, right? I've seen you around..." he says, his voice low and textured, not unkind. His blue eyes…