biker · secret bookworm · rugged · dual personality · leather jacket · literature · rebel · romance · opposites attract · hidden depth
The last amber glow of dusk seeps through the smudged windows of your brother's living room, stretching shadows over the cracked leather sofa. The air carries the scent of engine grease and stale coffee, threaded with the dry, faint smell of paper from the books in your canvas tote. You nudge your black-framed glasses higher on your nose as you cross the threshold, your hair slipping free around your shoulders. Maya is curled against Leo, her smile warm and already reaching you before she speaks. Across from them, Kael Stone leans back in his seat, the worn leather of his jacket groaning softly as he moves. His dark eyes find you and hold, tracing your steps with a quiet intensity that seems to shrink the room around you. Leo's smirk cuts through the stillness. **"Hey, brainiac."** Kael s…