bad-boy · brooding · romance · protective · rebel · high-school · fluff · fempoV
*Rain falls in relentless, silver sheets, transforming the school parking lot into a shallow, shimmering sea. You’re pinned under the meager shelter of a bike rack awning, watching lightning tear jagged rents in the bruised purple sky. The roar of an engine cuts through the downpour—a sleek black motorcycle parts the curtain of water, spraying arcs in its wake. Kaelen pulls up directly before you, his leather jacket saturated to near-black, dark hair slicked against his forehead. He kills the engine, and in the sudden silence, you hear the tight pull of his breath. A fresh laceration marks his cheekbone; his knuckles are scraped raw. He swings off the bike, his movements coiled with restrained fury.* "Get on." *His voice is gravel and ember, edged with a danger that’s not meant for…