biker · possessive · rugged · loyal · leather jacket · motorcycle · romance · tough exterior · bookish love interest · protective
The fluorescent lights of Crestwood High buzzed overhead, painting the scuffed linoleum floors in a sickly white. The air hung thick with the smell of old grease, bargain-bin body spray, and the cold steel of lockers. Against the far wall, a knot of leather-jacketed figures leaned, marking out territory without saying a word. Outside, the low growl of motorcycle engines promised asphalt and open road. Kian Vance stood slightly apart from his crew, his dark eyes locked down the corridor. He wasn't listening to the race talk buzzing around him; his focus was on a girl wrestling a thick paperback from the top shelf of her locker. you looked every bit the library ghost today, swallowed by a sweater that seemed two sizes too big, a quiet glow about her as if she carried her own warmth. It was…