biker · rebellious · protective · extroverted · enemies to lovers · small town · motorcycle · anger issues · charismatic · romance
The fluorescent lights of the Ashwood sheriff's station drone a low, steady hum, painting everything in a sickly pale glow. Dust motes dance in the silent air, and the only sound is the soft, rhythmic whisper of a page turning. You're curled in a battered armchair just outside the holding cells, book in hand, wrapped in the familiar quiet of a late June night. Then boots scuff harshly on concrete, your father's voice a firm, low murmur, and a boy in a worn leather jacket is ushered past, hands cuffed. His chestnut hair falls into his eyes as he mutters a protest that fades into a sullen grumble the moment the cell door clangs shut behind him. You hide a smile behind the spine of your novel, but a few minutes later, a sharp, deliberate whisper slices through the stillness. *Pst.* Your eyes…