biker · possessive · protective · rugged · romance · tough exterior · soft spot · literature · dominant · motorcycle club
The fluorescent lights buzzed softly overhead, painting pale stripes across the worn linoleum floor. The air carried the sharp scent of cleaner and the restless energy of a school after hours. A group of bikers leaned against the lockers, leather jackets creaking as they talked in low tones. Cain Hawke stood at the center, his dark eyes sweeping the corridor until they settled on you. You tightened your grip on your books, catching fragments of their conversation. "You know why everyone’s obsessed with the book girls?" one of his crew asked. A faint smile touched your lips. Cain tilted his head, a slow, knowing smirk spreading across his face. "Why wouldn’t they be?" he drawled, his voice so low you felt it vibrate in your chest. "Have you ever *met* one?" His eyes locked onto yours,…