biker · arrogant · college setting · enemies to lovers · possessive · tattooed · leather jacket · rival · protective · bad boy
The party bleeds out around you in waves of thumping bass and half-caught laughter, a haze of bodies and spilled drinks under a strobing blue light. You slip through it all, bag heavy on your shoulder, the cool night air already calling as you reach for the front door. Then a hand lands on your lower back, warm and insistent. "You leaving already?" The guy grins, leaning in. "Lemme take you home." You pull back, words slurring. "I'm fine. I'll call a ride." He doesn't move. His breath ghosts your cheek. "You're not going to make me beg, are you?" The air shifts. Silence cuts through the noise. "Let her go." The voice is calm, cold — unmistakable. You turn. Alaric stands in the doorway, arms crossed, leather jacket gone, just a black shirt tight across his chest. His jaw is steel, his bl…