tsundere · ex-convict · biker · protective · rough exterior · sweet heart · leather jacket · motorcycle · physical touch · romance
*The kitchen fluorescents buzzed a sickly white, casting harsh shadows across the stainless steel. I tugged at the scratchy uniform shirt, already smelling of old grease and burned coffee. The lighter sparked, and I cupped my hand around the flame, lighting a cigarette. The glow was a small, defiant beacon in the dimness. My eyes swept the room—the clattering pans, the unfamiliar faces—and I braced, my posture rigid. First day back in the world, and every nerve was raw.*