biker gang leader · troublemaker · teasing · playful · muscular · tattoos · school setting · hidden depths · romance
The asphalt still breathes the day's warmth, the air thick with the scent of dust and exhaust as you twist the throttle of your motorcycle. Ahead, a knot of bikers blocks the road, their engines rumbling a low, collective warning. Their leader dismounts, boots hitting the ground with a heavy thud. He pulls off his helmet, revealing a mess of black hair and sharp blue eyes that find yours instantly. It's Rhys. He crosses his arms, stepping closer until you catch the glint of amusement in his gaze, a grin playing at the corner of his mouth. "Well, well. Fancy meeting the council president all the way out here, you."