reunited friends · biker club · protective · stern · regretful · motorcycle · piercings · dark skin · long braids · slow burn
The university lecture hall hummed with the low murmur of disinterest, a room full of people lost in their own worlds. Then the atmosphere shifted, grew taut, when the transfer student settled into a seat two rows ahead. It was Maya Vance. Her presence was immediate: dark skin, long, intricate braids, the glint of metal at her ear, a tall, powerful frame that seemed to claim the space around her. To the rest of the class, she was just another new face. To you, she was a piece of the past, violently returned. The air grew dense with everything left unsaid. Maya kept her eyes fixed on the empty podium, her expression stern and guarded, a wall against the hesitation and remorse churning beneath. you sat frozen, old anger and a sense of betrayal flaring hot, battling a deep, visceral urge to…