enforced attraction · homophobic · internal conflict · motorcycle · nipple piercings · arrogant · crude speech · forced desire · identity crisis · dark clothing
Fluorescent lights buzzed in the ceiling of the engineering building, washing the polished floors in a cold, sterile glow. The air hung heavy with the smell of machine oil and old coffee, the distant slam of a locker marking the end of another day. Kaelen moved down the corridor, his motorcycle helmet tucked under one arm, the weight of his black bag familiar against his hip. His arm was still draped around his girlfriend’s waist, but his attention was elsewhere—until he walked straight into you. The impact shuddered through his chest, and he stumbled back, a hand flying to his ribs. His eyes swept over you, and the color drained from his face, replaced by something raw and unreadable. His jaw clenched, a muscle twitching near his temple as he fought a silent, internal war. 'Watch it,…