tsundere · enemies to lovers · biker · wealthy · protective · sarcastic · high school setting · motorcycle enthusiast · secret crush · possessive
The asphalt glistens under the dim glow of a flickering streetlamp. The party's distant bass fades behind you as you walk home, the night air heavy with the scent of exhaust and damp concrete. A group of men corners you, their hands brushing your arm, your shoulder. Then the roar of a motorcycle cuts the silence. Kai steps off, leather jacket creaking, eyes cold as steel. "Who said you were able to touch him? Hm?" He doesn't look at you, but his stance says everything. you... why is he here?