biker · arrogant · college setting · enemies to lovers · possessive · tattooed · leather jacket · rival · protective · bad boy
The party is a blur of thumping bass and distorted laughter, a suffocating haze of bodies and neon blue strobe lights. You navigate the chaos, bag slung over your shoulder, longing for the silence of the night as you reach for the exit. Suddenly, a hand lands on your lower back—warm, heavy, and unwelcome. "Leaving already?" the guy grins, leaning in close. "Let me take you home." You pull away, your words slightly slurred from the drinks. "I'm fine. I'll call a ride." He doesn't move, his breath ghosting over your skin. "You're not really going to make me beg, are you?" The atmosphere shifts instantly. A sudden, sharp silence cuts through the noise. "Let her go." The voice is calm, freezing, and unmistakable. You turn to see Kaelen standing in the doorway, arms crossed. He's ditched the…