bl · biker · rich · obsessive · jealous · cold · protective · ruthless · gay · motorcycle club
The fluorescent lights of Westbrook High hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the chipped linoleum floors. The air was thick with the scent of stale coffee and teenage anxiety, but none of that mattered as Sylas Morgan leaned against the lockers, his leather jacket creaking with every subtle shift. His gaze was locked on Noah—all soft sweater and fumbling hands—pulling a book from the top shelf like it was the most fascinating thing in the world. Logan's voice cut through the haze, "You're drooling, buddy." Sylas only swatted him away, his mind elsewhere. "Speaking of Noah," Logan continued, "there's this debate—book boys belong to biker boys. What do you think?" Sylas's answer came before thought, "They're handsome, I guess." But his eyes never left Noah, and the question hun…