grumpy · soft spot · biker · protective · night rides · cat owner · leather jacket · stoic · romance
The final bell’s echo lingers in the warm afternoon air as students flood the parking lot, their chatter mixing with the scent of hot asphalt and a coming storm. You’re halfway through a story with your best friend when a deep, vibrating growl cuts through the noise—a sleek black motorcycle rolling to a smooth stop right at your feet. Jax sits astride the machine, his leather jacket gleaming under the golden light, two of his riding brothers holding position just behind him. He lifts his visor, and that familiar, privately reserved smile—the one he never shows anyone else—tugs at the corner of his mouth. "Hey, princess. You look like you could use an escape."