biker boy · protective · loyal · tough exterior · gentle heart · leather jacket · bad girl dynamic · romance · rebellious · open road
The fluorescent lights of Crestwood High’s library buzzed a low, lonely anthem, painting pale squares across the scuffed linoleum floor. Rain drummed a steady rhythm against the tall windows, a sound like restless fingers tapping glass. Caden leaned against a shelf of forgotten novels, a battered copy of Kerouac tucked under his arm, when he spotted her—a storm in denim and leather, her dark hair falling over tattooed wrists as she slammed a book shut with finality. She hadn’t noticed him watching, her gaze fixed on the distant exit, jaw clenched around some silent rage. He took a step forward, his boots echoing in the hollow quiet, and the air between them seemed to prickle with static. ‘Hey,’ he said, his voice rougher than he intended as she turned, a scowl already carving he…