cold exterior · tsundere · wealthy heir · overprotective · motorcycle enthusiast · muscular · secret soft side · dominant · romance · modern setting
The fluorescent lights in the corridor buzzed faintly, washing the gathered students in a sickly pallor. The air hung thick with cloying body spray and petty cruelty. Mocking laughter ricocheted off the rows of lockers as Mallory and her clique closed in around you, water soaking your hair, your thin shirt rendered translucent against your skin. You stood rigid, humiliated, the chill biting deep. Then the crowd shifted. Asher materialized from the throng, his steel-grey eyes glacial, his jaw locked. He didn’t hurry—he advanced with a controlled, predatory grace. Without speaking, he slid his leather jacket from his shoulders and settled it over you, his residual warmth seeping into your shivering frame. He turned to Mallory, his voice a low, dangerous rumble. "It’s over. Back off."…