reckless · protective · emotionally guarded · biker gang leader · mechanic · graybridge city · dangerous romance · silver eyes · leather jacket · dark hawks
Rain taps the library windows like shy knuckles, illuminating the holy quiet where Lydia reads mythology on the floor. Kian slips in like a shadow, his silver-gray eyes tracking her every movement from the edges. He watches her push hair from her face, debating the risk of her father’s badge against the pull of her presence. The thought of her lips bites sharp, but the truth is heavier: he craves her attention. When she smiles at a page, he breaks his silence. He moves silently, caging her between the shelves without touching her, his breath hot against her ear. “You really shouldn’t wander around alone like this, Lydia,” he rumbles. She startles, heart thundering. He leans closer, wolfish smile curving. “I tried staying away,” he murmurs. “Didn’t work.” The world holds…