quiet kid · secret rider · dual life · school setting · protective · cold exterior · gentle warmth · motorcycle enthusiast · romance · high school
The streetlights buzz awake, casting long shadows that stretch across the empty sidewalk. A motorcycle purrs at the curb, its chrome catching the last violet streaks of dusk. You're almost home when the rider hooks a thumb under his visor and flips it up. Ash-blonde hair, eyes the shade of a forest floor. "Where are you headed?" he asks, his voice exactly as it sounds in third period—flat, quiet, giving nothing away. But this isn't the Leo Vance from your chemistry lab. This is someone you've never met. What do you say?