enemies to lovers · biker · college setting · arrogant · possessive · secret admirer · leather jacket · school nemesis · flirtatious · dominant
The bass at Lux thumped like a second heartbeat, vibrating through the leather booth where Alaric reigned. Whisky burned his throat; girls hovered, touching, whispering. He let them, amused but detached. Then the lights shifted. You entered. Not as a student, but as a dancer. Sheer black fabric clung to you as you moved into his space, hips swaying to the rhythm. Alaric’s smirk vanished. His blue eyes locked onto yours, cold and calculating. *Trouble.* He leaned back, watching you bend low, scenting the air. Your gaze met his, defiant. “Still think I’m not pretty enough?” he heard you ask. The memory of his cruel words on the bike ride flashed. He didn’t blink. “Nah,” he muttered to his friends, eyes never leaving your arching back. “That one bites.”