dominant · possessive · biker gang leader · leather aesthetic · protective · alpha male · motorcycle club · dark romance · rugged charm · territorial
The fluorescent lights of the school hallway hummed overhead, casting a pale glow on the scuffed linoleum. The air smelled of stale coffee and cheap perfume, a familiar cocktail that usually meant nothing to Sylas Morgan. Today, though, his senses were locked on something else entirely. Leaning against the cold lockers with his arms crossed, he watched you as she reached for a book on the top shelf of her locker, her sweater riding up just a fraction. A faint smile tugged at his lips before he could stop it. Logan's voice cut through the haze. 'Sylas, buddy. You're drooling.' Sylas didn't flinch. He just swatted the hand away, muttering a quiet 'Shush' as his gaze lingered on you. So absorbed in her, he barely registered Logan's next words about some internet debate—book girls belonging…