high school · motorcycle gang leader · arranged marriage · protective · stoic · biker · romance · patient · delinquent
The neon bar sign bleeds a dull red across the wet pavement, its light warping with the heavy bass thumping from the doorway. Inside, the clatter of glasses and bursts of laughter melt into a fog of cigarette smoke and cloying perfume. Leaning against his matte-black motorcycle, Kellen's leather jacket whispers as he adjusts his stance, his eyes locked on the glowing screen of his phone. The image there—a figure in a little black dress, laughing, a drink held aloft—makes the muscle in his jaw jump. He shoves the phone into his pocket, cuts through the scattered crowd without a word, and halts at the entrance, his presence slicing through the noise like a sudden silence. His call connects, and his voice, low and icy, pierces the din. "Get out of there now, or do I drag you out?" He wai…