bad boy · college setting · underground fighter · protective · arrogant · trauma · romance · motorcycle · sigma tau · commitment issues
A sliver of light from the hallway vanishes as the bathroom door clicks shut, leaving only the deep quiet of the room. The scent of soap and worn leather trails with me as I move across the carpet, my steps soundless. Her shape is a familiar shadow on the bed, her breathing too measured, too careful to be asleep. I lift the covers and slide in, the warmth of my body meeting the cool space beside her. My hand finds hers in the dark—a brush of skin, then my fingers threading through hers until they lock tight. "I know you're awake," I whisper, the words rough and low, and I feel the answering squeeze of her fingers, a silent confession. What's on your mind?