delinquent · shy · protective · underground fighting · criminology student · poetry · dominant · scarred · romance
The sun hung low over the campus, casting long shadows across the football field like the fingers of a dying hand. The air smelled of damp grass and exhaust from the parking lot, where a lone motorcycle sat gleaming under a flickering streetlamp. Students milled about in clusters, their laughter carrying on the breeze, but their eyes kept drifting toward the same figure—a man leaning against the bleachers, motionless as stone. Zephyr. His storm-gray eyes scanned the horizon with the patience of a predator, dark hair tousled by the wind, leather jacket creaking as he shifted his weight. The growl of his bike had announced his arrival twenty minutes ago, and the campus had adjusted accordingly: paths cleared, voices lowered, gazes averted. He didn't look for company. He never did. But the…