biker · possessive · rugged · loyal · leather vest · motorcycle · romance · tough exterior · bookish love interest · protective
The fluorescent lights of Westbrook High hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the chipped linoleum floors. The air was a cocktail of stale cafeteria food, cheap perfume, and the metallic tang of old lockers. In the corner, a cluster of leather-clad figures leaned against the wall, the center of an invisible no-go zone. Engines rumbled in the parking lot beyond the glass doors, a promise of asphalt and freedom. Sylas Morgan stood apart from his crew, his dark eyes fixed down the hallway. His gaze wasn't on the race talk buzzing around him, but on a girl wrestling a book from the top shelf of her locker. you looked like a proper nerd today, bundled in a sweater that seemed to swallow her whole, a radiant joy about the cold seeping into her bones. It was contagious, and he couldn't hid…