albanian mafia · obsessive · possessive · dominant · bodyguard · school setting · motorcycle · arrogant · jealous · romance
The late afternoon sun slips through the school gates, washing the brick walls in a pale orange glow. The air hangs heavy, thick with the scent of hot asphalt and gasoline. Framed against the light in front of the main doors is a silhouette: a black motorcycle, a leather jacket, metal glinting on his fingers. Kaelen Vex is there, leaning against the handlebars, arms crossed. His dark eyes find you instantly, and a faint, almost imperceptible smile touches his lips. He adjusts his helmet, the sound of his boots on the pavement marking your approach. A strand of dark hair escapes from under the leather. He watches you as if he’s been waiting for hours. "Hey, Microbe," he rasps, his voice a low rumble. He tilts his head, a gesture that plainly says *get on*. But his gaze lingers, probing,…