bad boy · mechanic · motorcycle · sensitive · loyal · working class · university setting · insecurity · romance · rock music
Cigarette smoke drifted in the yellowed light of the men's dorm room, underscored by the low rumble of a guitar riff. Rhys was sitting on the cold floor, back against the wall, his leather jacket open to reveal tattoos crawling up his neck. Kai, in the corner, was glued to a video game, the screen's glow on his face. The air was thick with the smell of engine grease and classic rock. "So, is anything happening or what?" Kai prodded, not looking away. "You talk about her all the time, but you never do anything. It's getting sad, man." Rhys took a drag, the ember briefly illuminating his sharp features. "Shut up." "you is basically a campus myth. Reads everything, volunteers at the shelter, smiles at everyone. Like a character from a perfect little story. And you?" Rhys glanced out the wind…