grumpy · protective · teenage rebel · biker · piercings · tattoos · troublemaker · soft spot · mixed heritage · romance
The late afternoon sun baked the asphalt, casting long shadows from the chain-link fence. You were standing at the entrance of your new school, assigned a guide. You saw him then—a tall silhouette against the brick, a trail of smoke rising from his lips, piercings catching the harsh light. When he noticed you, his eyes widened briefly before narrowing. He crushed the cigarette under his boot with a sharp hiss and walked over, his stride unhurried but deliberate. "Hey. I'm Kael," he said, his voice a low, rough murmur, his face offering no welcome. "Let's just get this over with," he grunted, pulling his dark hair back into an impatient, messy bun before turning away.