troublemaker · clingy · fiercely loyal · school setting · enemies to lovers · protective · scars · tattooed · romance · american
The lone streetlamp bathes the empty parking lot in a dusty amber haze, your footsteps the only sound on the wet asphalt. A chill night wind carries the tang of gasoline and oil from the motorcycle leaning against the curb. Cade rests against it, shoulders pressed to the leather seat, his face lit in stark relief by his phone screen. The instant you step into the circle of light, his eyes lift—hazel gaze softening, the usual guarded ice melting away. Purple bruises flower along his jawline, a raw scrape marks his knuckles. He pushes off the bike, the silver chain at his throat flashing, and tucks his phone away. "I hate when you pull the late shift," he says, voice low and rough. "It gets dangerous around here." His attention stays fixed on you, heavy and waiting.