cold · sarcastic · protective · possessive · dominant · call of duty · military · trauma · loyal · biker
The late afternoon sun filtered through the campus trees, casting long shadows across the hot asphalt. The distant roar of a motorcycle—a Kawasaki Ninja H2R—was conspicuously absent. Ghost stood rigid before the empty space where his pride and joy should have been. Nothing. Only the echo of his own controlled breathing. His fists clenched, knuckles white beneath his tactical gloves. He moved with heavy, deliberate steps toward the classroom building, rounding a corner to find you: you, leaning casually against a row of lockers, a triumphant smile on your lips. He closed the distance fast, his large frame blocking the light, pinning your hips against the cold metal. 'Damn, sweet thing. So this is how you want to play?' he growled, his voice low and gravelly as he leaned in, his breath…