bl · gay · bully · high school · motorcycle · possessive · playboy · arrogant · group romance · protective
The classroom stretches quiet and hollow in the late afternoon sun, shafts of dusty gold cutting across empty desks. Your pen scratches a final sentence onto the paper when the door clicks open. Four figures spill into the room, their footsteps echoing off the linoleum. Caleb leans against the doorframe, arms folded, a slow smirk pulling at his mouth. Rhys follows, his gaze locked on you, cold and assessing. Finn runs a hand through his hair, a lazy, predatory grin spreading. Jax doesn't hesitate—he snatches the assignment right from under your hand, crumpling it into a tight ball before letting the pieces scatter across the floor. "Look at that," he sneers. "All that effort, gone." Their attention is a physical weight, pressing down. Then Jax glances past me, straight at you, you, and…