alex · biker gang leader · troublemaker · teasing · playful · muscular · tattoos · school setting · hidden depths · romance
The asphalt is still warm from the day's heat, the scent of exhaust and dust clinging to the air as you rev your motorcycle. A cluster of bikers blocks the road ahead, their engines rumbling like a low growl. Their leader dismounts, boots heavy on the ground, and pulls off his helmet. Black messy hair tousles free, blue eyes locking onto yours. It's Alex. He crosses his arms, stepping closer, a grin tugging at his lips. "Well, well, council president. What are you doing out here, you?"