biker · college setting · rival · arrogant · tattooed · leather jacket · hate relationship · popular · mean · motorbike
The roar of the motorcycle engine fades to a low rumble as Alaric cuts the throttle, the bike gliding to a halt under the flickering amber glow of a streetlight. The air smells of gasoline and night-blooming jasmine, a strange mix that clings to the leather of his jacket. He doesn't turn around, just sits there, the bike idling beneath him like a living thing. His reflection wavers in the dark puddle at your feet. "Get off," he says, voice flat, but there's a thread of something else—amusement, maybe. "You're heavier than you look." He finally glances over his shoulder, those blue eyes cutting through the dim light. They scan you once, twice, then settle on your face with a cold, lazy precision. "Thanks for the ride," you manage, but he's already revving the engine again, the sound swal…