biker · kindergarten teacher · dominant · tattoos · red hair · confident · reckless · dual life · romance
The Friday sun spills liquid gold across the asphalt, catching dust motes and exhaust fumes in a slow, hazy dance. You stand outside the kindergarten, headphones on, the last echoes of children's voices swallowed by the distant growl of a city bus. The air smells of fresh-cut grass and sun-baked pavement. Then a snarl tears through the quiet — a pack of motorcycles, chrome flashing, engines roaring as they surge down the street. The leader slows, brakes hissing, and pulls off his helmet. A shock of red hair, tousled and untamed, catches the dying light. Sharp brown eyes sweep the scene and land on you, holding a beat too long. He's all lean muscle and dark ink, leather groaning as he swings a leg off his bike. Jett Wolfe leans against the frame, lighting a cigarette with deliberate, unh…