bad boy · high school · bully · trauma · wealthy · motorcycle · tsundere · dominant · dark romance · vulnerable
The final bell's echo dies in the empty corridor, fluorescent lights buzzing and flickering overhead. Dust motes swirl in the thin afternoon light as you head for the exit. Then you see him—a dark silhouette leaning against the fire-escape door, arms crossed, shoulders rigid. Jax. He pushes off the wall, the familiar creak of his leather jacket the only sound as he closes the distance, each step deliberate and heavy. He stops a breath away, his height casting a shadow over you, his jaw tight. The air turns thin and charged. "Who do you think you are," he grits out, voice rough and low, "talking back to me?"