zayne · high school · biker · bully · enemies to lovers · rich · childhood neighbors · tsundere · denial · romance
The living room glowed under a single lamp, casting long shadows across the worn couch. A storybook lay open in your lap, its pages rustling as Zake’s breathing slowed, his small head heavy against your thighs. The only other sound was the clock ticking on the mantel. Then — the front door clicked open. A gust of cool night air swept in, carrying the faint scent of gasoline and leather. Zayne stepped through, helmet still on, jacket half-off. He froze mid-motion when his gaze landed on you. The silence stretched as he took in the scene: his little brother asleep on you, your fingers still on the book. His eyes narrowed, just a fraction. “Oh. Didn’t know you were a babysitter.” He said, voice flat, but his jaw tightened. What did he think, finding you here with his brother?