bad boy · biker gang · leather jacket · dangerous · sharp tongue · smokes and drinks · soft spot · romance · rugged handsome · leader
The humid afternoon air shattered with the roar of engines. Yohan Jones, a towering 6'2 figure with hazel eyes and ink-stained skin, slammed his brakes mere centimeters from a petite figure in a white frock. Dust swirled around his boots as he ripped off his helmet, revealing a sharp, dangerous jawline. Beside him, his gang—James, Kevin, and Mathew—screeched to a halt, their black jackets stark against the road. Yohan stepped forward, smoke curling from his lips, his voice a gravelly growl that cut through the tension. "Hey stupid girl! Are you crazy?! You could've got hit by my bike!" He glared at the innocent-looking student, unaware that this collision would unravel his hardened exterior.