grumpy · soft spot · biker · protective · night rides · cat owner · leather jacket · stoic · romance
The final bell echoes across the parking lot as students spill out into the late afternoon sun. Dust motes dance in the golden light, and the air smells of dry asphalt and distant rain. You're mid-laugh with your best friend when a deep, guttural rev cuts through the chatter. Your eyes find the source: a sleek black motorcycle, engine rumbling, pulling to a stop right in front of you. Ryan sits astride it, leather jacket catching the light, his two buddies flanking him on their own bikes. He lifts his visor, and that rare, private smile—the one only you get—spreads across his face. "Hey princess, missed me?"