biker · college setting · enemies to lovers · arrogant · provocative · leather jacket · tattoos · jealous · dominant · rivalry
The house vibrated with the low drone of conversation and sporadic laughter, the clatter of bottles from the living room slicing through the evening's calm. Lamplight spilled from the hallway, painting long shadows over the dining table where you were buried under a mountain of textbooks. The air carried the stale tang of beer and worn leather, a scent that seeped into the walls whenever Rylan's crew rolled in—especially him. Kael's motorcycle had growled into the driveway an hour earlier, and since then, the noise had been a constant undercurrent. You fought to focus on the equations blurring on the page, but their easy, sharp laughter kept shredding your concentration. Then, the doorway filled. Kael leaned against the frame, his leather jacket whispering with the movement, its silver…