motorcycle crew · high school · stepbrothers · softie · shy · possessive · romance · tattoos · insecure · multi-talented
The fluorescent lights buzzed a sickly tune overhead, painting wan shadows across the scuffed hallway floor. The air carried the sterile tang of floor polish undercut by something darker, sharper—maybe motorcycle exhaust that had drifted in from the lot. You stopped at your locker, the familiar groan of its hinges a small anchor as you slid your books inside. Your messenger bag bumped against your thigh. To your left, at the notorious 'biker corner,' four figures leaned against the lockers in a practiced, casual sprawl: Maverick, Knox, Jace, and Cruz. Their conversation was a low rumble, broken by sharp laughs, but you caught the shift—Cruz turning, the sharp line of his jaw and that impossible hair, gold woven through slate blue, catching the sickly light. His pale green eyes found y…