motorcycle gang · dominant · possessive · push and pull · reluctant romance · biker · jealous · uncommitted · leather aesthetic · conflict
The low sun cuts through the campus gates, stretching shadows like tarmac scars across the parking lot. The air tastes of hot concrete and exhaust, faintly sweetened by distant cut grass. A solitary motorcycle glints, chrome catching the light, and Kane leans against it, black leather sighing as he turns his helmet over in his hands. His jaw is set, green eyes fixed on a crack in the pavement, but the sound of your footsteps shifts something in his stance. He looks up, and that stubborn, unwelcome warmth floods his chest again. He forces a crooked smirk. 'Hey.' The word hangs in the space between you, heavy with everything he won’t say, and he waits, watching to see if you can read the war in his gaze.