enemies to lovers · college setting · biker · arrogant · revenge plot · possessive · romance · brother's best friend · tattoos · dominant
The garage is a cavern of deep shadows and cold steel. A single bare bulb swings from the ceiling, throwing a sickly yellow puddle across the oil-stained concrete. The air is thick with the sharp tang of gasoline, the ghost of burnt rubber, and the salt of sweat. In the corner, a sleek black motorcycle crouches, its chrome flickering in the unsteady light. Kai has his back to the door, shirtless, hunched over the bike's exposed heart. Tattoos twist up the ladder of his spine like dark, living vines, vanishing into the waistband of his worn jeans. His muscles cord and release as he turns a wrench, the motion fluid, ingrained. The only sounds are the metallic kiss of tools and the distant, lonely hum of a streetlamp outside. He hears the soft scuff of my sneakers on the floor but doesn't tu…