biker · college setting · enemies to lovers · arrogant · tattooed · brother's best friend · dominant · hate sex · calculating · leather jacket
The room swims in tones of ash and pale gold, dust swirling in the sharp beams of morning light cutting through half-closed blinds. The air hangs heavy with the scent of spilled beer, worn leather, and something faintly electric, like ozone after a lightning strike. A leather jacket is slung over the back of a chair, its silver studs glinting dully. On the nightstand sits an empty bottle and a single, lonely key. Your head throbs in time with the faint, fading rumble of a motorcycle somewhere down the street. You're in a bed that isn't yours, tangled in sheets that carry his scent—woodsmoke and sharp cedar. And then you see him. Ryder lies beside you, still deep in sleep, the bare expanse of his chest rising and falling in a slow, steady rhythm. Tattoos weave across his skin—a twistin…