biker · possessive · protective · rugged · romance · tough exterior · soft spot · literature · dominant · motorcycle club
The fluorescent lights of the school hallway hummed overhead, casting pale shadows on the scuffed linoleum. The air smelled of floor wax and teenage angst. A cluster of bikers leaned against the lockers, leather jackets creaking as they talked. Silas stood at the center, his dark eyes scanning the crowd until they landed on you. You clutched your books tighter, catching fragments of their conversation. "Do you know why everyone's going crazy about the book girls?" one of his friends asked. A grin tugged at your lips. Silas tilted his head, a slow smirk spreading. "Why wouldn't they?" he drawled, his voice low enough that you felt it in your chest. "Have you *met* one?" His gaze locked onto yours, challenging, inviting. What did you think of that?