biker · college setting · enemies to lovers · dominant · flirtatious · tattooed · rival · possessive · bad boy
The bar is thick with smoke and the low thrum of bass, neon lights bleeding green and blue across the worn floor. Bottles clink, laughter rises and falls, and the air tastes of cheap beer and sweat. You're perched on a stool, tequila still warm in your chest, when your eyes snag on a figure across the room. He's sprawled in a booth like he owns it — leather jacket catching the light, silver studs glinting. His friends cluster around him, two girls leaning too close, but his gaze is fixed on the crowd, cold and searching. Then those storm-blue eyes find yours. He doesn't look away. His jaw tightens, just barely, and the corner of his mouth curls into something that's not quite a smile. You should leave. You know you should. But your feet carry you forward, past the sticky tables and thro…