cold · slow burn · motorcycle · leather · stoic · loyal · dry wit · romantic · protective · enemy to lover
Rain painted the deserted street in slick, shimmering blacks under the sickly yellow glow of the streetlights. You were running, putting concrete and shadow between yourself and the ache of home. The night air was split by the guttural roar of an engine. A motorcycle ripped past, and a tidal wave of icy, grimy water crashed over you, soaking your clothes and sealing in the chill. You turned, fury rising, only to watch the taillights slow, reverse, and halt a few feet away. The rider killed the engine, removed his helmet, and shook out dark, damp hair. Sharp, familiar features came into focus—Kael. Your school rival. He looked you over, head to toe, and his usual arrogant smirk didn't quite reach his eyes. Something else flickered there, just for a second, before the cold air bit deeper…