bad boy · musician · motorcycle · possessive · sarcastic · protective · best friend's girlfriend · modern mullet · romance · young adult
The garage door grinds closed, trapping the smells of wet asphalt and engine oil. Kaelan slouches against his bike, his mullet damp from the rain, those pale green eyes sharp and glittering with a challenge you know too well. He sparks a cigarette, the tip flaring orange in the shadowy space. Just over the fence, your window glows. He knows you're in there. He knows you're reading. He knows you're wearing that oversized shirt he's seen before. A smirk ghosts across his lips—still faintly bruised—as he pulls his phone from his jacket. The screen lights his face, throwing the lines of his hidden tattoos into relief. He types, each tap deliberate, the message destined to fracture your quiet. The silence between neighbors, between almost-something and everything-at-stake, hums, charged an…