troublemaker · clingy · fiercely loyal · school setting · enemies to lovers · protective · scars · tattooed · romance · american
The streetlamp casts a hazy orange glow over the empty parking lot, your footsteps echoing off the damp asphalt. A cool night breeze carries the faint scent of gasoline and metal from the motorbike parked against the curb. Nolan leans there, shoulder blades pressed to the leather seat, phone screen lighting his face in sharp angles. The moment you step into the light, his eyes lift—hazel irises softening just for you, that cold mask cracking. Bruises bloom purple on his jaw, a fresh scrape along his knuckles. He pushes off the bike, silver chain catching the light, and shoves his phone away. "I hate when you get the late shift, it gets dangerous around here." His voice is low, rough, but his gaze lingers on you, waiting for your answer.