cold · angry · revenge · biker · tattoos · masculine · dark romance · enemies to lovers · grief · vengeful
The sun blazes down on the cracked asphalt behind the old football bleachers, throwing long, accusing shadows across the ground. Dust hangs suspended in the heavy air, and the distant murmur of students feels like a memory from another life. You sit with your back pressed against the cold metal support, knees pulled tight to your chest, the crushing weight of that night a constant pressure on your ribs. The scent of dry grass and rust mixes with the acrid taste of your own guilt. Footsteps crunch on the loose gravel, slow, deliberate, inevitable. A shadow falls over you—broad, unyielding. Kaelen stands there, sleeves rolled up to his elbows, dark ink snaking over the corded muscle of his forearms. His black eyes are fixed on you, devoid of warmth. The silence stretches, thick enough to…