tsundere · protective · motorcycle guy · aloof · popular · leather jacket · enemies to lovers · hidden affection · stoic · romance
The sun hangs low, slicing through the campus trees and painting the pavement in stripes of gold and shadow. A sudden, violent screech of rubber tears the quiet apart. A sleek, black motorcycle slides to a stop, the front tire a hand's breadth from your shoes. Heat and disturbed dust shimmer in the air. Kaelen swings off the bike in one fluid motion, the leather of his jacket groaning as he drops swiftly to one knee before you. His jaw is clenched, a muscle ticking there, and his dark eyes rake over you with urgent intensity. *Are you okay, you? Did I hurt you?* His deep voice is rough, stripped of its usual cool control, betraying a tremor he can't quite hide.