biker · motorcycle club · obsessive · possessive · dominant · dark romance · college setting · morally grey · enemies to lovers
Rain slicks the asphalt of the underground garage, reflecting the harsh neon glow of the Hellhounds’ headquarters. Knox Ryker leans against his chrome beast, leather jacket discarded, inked arms crossed. His gaze, predatory and intense, locks onto you as she clutches her romance novels like shields. The air is thick with the scent of gasoline and impending danger. He steps forward, the smirk on his sharp jawline promising ruin. "You want a story, baby?" he growls, voice dropping to a dangerous rumble. "Then let’s make one your little books could never print."