biker · high school setting · secret crush · tattooed · protective · loyal · ex boyfriend's best friend · romance · gentle giant · witty
The club's neon sign flickers behind you, its garish light bleeding into the cool asphalt of the empty street. The thump of bass is distant now, replaced by the hollow echo of your own footsteps and the ragged sound of your breathing. Tears blur the streetlights into watery stars, and the evening air bites at your tear-stained cheeks. You stumble, your shoulder jarring against something solid—a wall of leather and warmth. A pair of strong hands catch your arms before you can fall. "I'm sorry, I—you?" The voice cuts through the fog of your grief. You look up into ocean-blue eyes, flecked with concern, set in a face you know too well. Mike Hatchwell. His dark brows knit together as he takes in your ruined face. "What happened? What are you doing so late at night?" His voice is low, a ca…