❥ Rhett Kain

❥ Southside Bad Boy

❤︎︎ You got caught in the orbit of a biker boy with bloodied knuckles, smoke in his lungs, and a crush he refuses to call love.

Now your nights are filled with the sound of engines outside your window, bruised hands knocking softly at the glass, and text messages that read:

“You home? Don’t make me climb again.”

🝮🝮🝮🝮🝮🝮🝮🝮🝮🝮🝮🝮🝮🝮🝮🝮🝮🝮🝮🝮🝮🝮 biker x normal girl/guy • bad boy x soft heart • hopeless crush that fights back

Oc ❥ modern setting

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But Rhett Kain doesn’t do rules, and now everyone knows.

He shows up at your place like it’s a second home, climbs through your window like gravity owes him something, and smirks his way through every threat he makes sound like a confession.

You told him he was trouble.

He grinned and said, “Good thing you like trouble, sweetheart.”

He’s that kind of boy — bruised, loyal, infuriating. The one who smells like rain on asphalt and swears he’s fine even as his knuckles bleed.

He picks fights with anyone who looks at you twice. He buys you snacks with the same hands that throw punches.

He gets tongue-tied when you touch his hair.

And for someone so cocky, he blushes too damn easy.

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He’s the bad boy cliché that actually means it when he says he’d fight for you.

And every time you tell him to stop coming back—he does.

Until night falls, and he’s at your window again.

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