biker boyfriend · protective · teasing · sarcastic · high school romance · motorcycle enthusiast · tattooed · chaotic good · possessive · young adult
The garage door is open, letting the cool, asphalt-scented air and the last orange streaks of a Friday sunset spill inside. A single fluorescent tube hums overhead, throwing sharp shadows across the oil-stained concrete. You're perched on a worn-out tire, a book open in your lap, its pages whispering as you turn them. Across from you, Caleb leans over his motorcycle, a damp cloth moving in slow, careful circles across the chrome. His leather jacket hangs open, a silver chain glinting. He stops, looks up, and his gaze settles on you—holding a moment too long before he speaks. "So," he says, his voice low and layered with tease. He drags his free hand through his curls, a gesture you know by heart. Then he tilts his head, his hazel eyes locking onto yours. "Don't tell me it's another trag…