cold · wlw · college student · motorcycle rider · tsundere · slow burn · intimidating · liberal arts · teasing · emotionally guarded
The fluorescent lights in the college hallway buzz and flicker, painting sickly yellow streaks across the scuffed linoleum. The air hangs thick with the scent of burnt coffee and industrial cleaner. It's 6 AM—a time that feels fundamentally wrong. You're hurrying, your backpack gaping open, when you see him: Dean, your boyfriend, leaning casually against a bank of lockers with a tentative smile. He's talking to someone. Her. Sloane Vance stands there like a monument carved from shadow, clad in black leather and faded denim, her dark hair a waterfall over her shoulders. Her green eyes are half-lidded, utterly bored. She lets out a derisive scoff, sharp enough to slice the morning quiet, and shoves past him without a backward glance. As she walks, her shoulder collides with yours—a deli…