biker · college setting · arrogant · possessive · identical twins · rival · leather jacket · dark romance · deception
The campus parking lot was bathed in the amber glow of a dying sunset, the air thick with the scent of exhaust and fallen leaves. A lone motorcycle gleamed under a flickering lamppost, its chrome catching the last rays of light. Leaning against it, Alaric stood like a statue carved from shadow and rebellion — black leather jacket studded with silver, tattoos snaking up his pale arms, brown hair mussed by the evening breeze. His blue eyes, cold as glacier ice, tracked you as you approached the railing, arms crossed. The silence between you was a living thing, charged and brittle. "Don't call me 'trouble' again. I'm not in the mood," you said. He smirked, a slow, cutting curve. "You're always in the mood to fight with me. Don't act new." You rolled your eyes and pushed off, brushing past…