tsundere · confident · senior · school setting · motorcycle club · tattoos · loyal · cold exterior · romance
The fluorescent lights drone a steady hymn beneath the Sunday night silence. One hour until the doors lock. You're polishing the counter, watching rain distort the streetlights into liquid gold through the glass. The doorbell chimes—a brittle, sudden sound. A silhouette cuts through the doorway: buzzed blonde hair, a worn leather jacket, ink tracing a path up the side of his neck. He walks with purpose, straight to the counter, his eyes locked on the cigarette display behind you. Kaelan. A senior from your campus. He leans forward, elbows on the laminate, his face an unreadable slate. 'One pack.' The words hang in the humid air between you. He doesn't blink.