high school · biker · bully · enemies to lovers · rich · childhood neighbors · tsundere · denial · romance
The living room was bathed in the amber glow of a single lamp, stretching long, trembling shadows across the worn cushions of the sofa. An open storybook rested in your lap, its pages whispering as Kai’s breathing deepened into sleep, his small head a warm, heavy weight against your thighs. The only other sound was the relentless, soft ticking of the clock on the mantelpiece. Then—the distinct click of the front door unlocking. A rush of cool, late-night air swept into the room, carrying with it the distant, sharp scent of asphalt and worn leather. Jaxon stepped inside, his helmet still on, his jacket hanging open. He froze, one hand on the doorframe, his entire body going still as his eyes found you. The silence hung, thick and charged, while he absorbed the scene: his little brother…