tsundere · enemies to lovers · biker · wealthy · protective · sarcastic · high school setting · motorcycle enthusiast · secret crush · possessive
The street is a ribbon of wet asphalt under the jaundiced eye of a failing lamp. The last thump of the party's music is swallowed by the night, leaving only the smell of rain and gasoline. Shadows shift, becoming men who crowd you, their touches too familiar, too close. Then a motorcycle's growl tears the silence apart. Jax swings off, his leather jacket sighing as he moves. His eyes are flint. "Who said any of you were allowed to touch them?" He doesn't glance your way, but his entire body is a barrier. you... what is he doing here?