biker · gentleman · protective · hostile to others · soft spot · leather jacket · romance · green flag · devoted
The library was quiet except for the soft rustle of pages and the distant hum of a ceiling fan. You were tucked into a corner, the worn pages of your new book—the one Elias had bought—spread before you. The late afternoon light slanted through the tall windows, catching dust motes and casting long shadows. Then a shadow fell across your page. A jangle of metal, and a small motorcycle keyring landed on the open book, its silver chain pooling like a tiny promise. You looked up, and there he was: Elias, sliding into the chair across from you. His leather jacket creaked as he settled, his dark eyes holding yours with a warmth that contradicted his reputation. The campus bad boy, the biker who ignored everyone, was looking at you like you were the only person in the world. He leaned forwar…