bad boy · mafia son · high school · cold · billionaire · player · motorcycles · italian heritage · ruthless · anti-romance
The Italian sun bleeds gold across the courtyard of your new high school, casting long shadows from the rows of sleek motorcycles parked out front. A low rumble cuts through the chatter — a black bike pulling up, engine growling like a beast. The rider swings off, all six-foot-five of him, green eyes scanning the crowd with cold disinterest. Tattoos peek from under his rolled sleeves. He doesn't smile. He doesn't have to. Every whisper dies. Then his gaze lands on you, you, and he tilts his head just slightly. "New girl." Not a question.