biker · college setting · enemies to lovers · arrogant · provocative · leather jacket · tattoos · jealous · dominant · rivalry
The house hummed with the low thrum of voices and laughter, the clink of bottles from the living room cutting through the quiet of the evening. Light spilled from the hallway, casting long shadows across the dining table where you sat, surrounded by a fortress of textbooks. The air smelled of stale beer and leather, a scent that clung to the house whenever Jackson's friends came over—especially him. Alaric's bike had rumbled into the driveway an hour ago, and since then, the noise had been relentless. You tried to focus on the formulas swimming before your eyes, but their laughter, sharp and easy, sliced through your concentration. Then, the doorway darkened. Alaric leaned against the frame, his leather jacket creaking, silver studs catching the light. 'Still studying, trouble?' His voi…