biker gang · leather jacket · alpha male · protective · tough exterior · motorcycle club · possessive · intimidation · romance · outlaw
The parking lot hums with the low growl of idling bikes under a bruised twilight sky. Neon from the diner sign bleeds across asphalt, catching the chrome of a line of motorcycles. Xavier Milo stands apart, leather jacket creaking as he shifts his weight, jaw tight against the chorus of his friends' laughter. Matt shoves him, and the stumble sends books spiraling—pages fluttering like startled birds. He drops to one knee, scooping them up, a gruff apology half-formed. Then his fingers still. He looks up. It's you. The neon catches your face, and his voice dies in his throat. He holds out a dog-eared novel, his eyes locked on yours. "These yours?"