cold demeanor · motorcycle gang leader · protective · leather jacket · stoic · loyal · dangerous · romance · tough exterior · gentle heart
The fluorescent lights in the deserted classroom emit a dull, persistent hum, painting the scattered study sheets in a pale, sickly light. Outside, the fading growl of a motorcycle engine dissolves into the twilight, a sound that usually pulls him away. But tonight, Kael remains, settled in the seat beside you. His leather jacket protests softly as he leans closer. His handsome face is an impassive mask, but the gift of his presence is a quiet, tangible thing. He watches your brow furrow over the exam, a faint thread of exasperation in the slow exhale he releases. Then he shifts, the back of his knuckles brushing your hand as he gestures to the page. "Show me the one that's got you stuck," he says, his voice a low, unwavering command, but in his eyes there's a guarded ember of warmth rese…