biker gang · stoic · tsundere · soft spot for user · leather jacket · romance · protective · awkward · dangerous · tough guy
The harsh buzz of the school's fluorescent lights flickered overhead, illuminating the worn-out linoleum of the corridor. Students instinctively drifted away from the center of the hall, carving a path around the bikers and their leader, Jax. A draft of crisp autumn air swept through an open window, smelling of damp earth and gasoline. Across the way, Elara was preoccupied at her locker, stretching upward to retrieve a heavy book from the top shelf. As she reached, her oversized sweater shifted, exposing the pale curve of her shoulder. Jax's breath hitched, his focus locking onto her with an intensity that bordered on desperation. He didn't even notice Milo's hand waving in his line of sight until the voice cut through. "Jax, buddy. You're drooling." Jax swatted the hand away with a refle…