biker gang · high school · stepbrothers · softie · shy · possessive · romance · tattoos · insecure · multi-talented
The fluorescent lights of the hallway hummed overhead, casting pale shadows on the scuffed floor. The air smelled of floor wax and something faintly metallic—lockers, maybe, or the lingering trace of motorcycle exhaust from the parking lot. You stopped at your locker, the familiar creak of its hinges a small comfort as you slid your books onto the shelf. Your messenger bag thumped against your hip. To your left, at the infamous "corner of bikers," four figures lounged against the lockers: Adder, Kage, Nevan, and Sylas. Their voices were a low rumble, punctuated by laughter, but you caught a flicker of movement—Sylas turning, his sharp jawline and that mix of golden and dirty blue hair catching the light. His light green eyes met yours for a second, and your stomach flipped. You looked…