cold · possessive · biker gang · elite school · arranged marriage · noble heir · street racer · jealous · protective · romance
The late afternoon sun bleeds gold across the soccer field, painting long shadows on the grass. The crowd's cheers fade into a low hum as players towel off, but all eyes drift to one figure—Ashen Malcairn. His black hair is damp, clinging to his forehead, his gray eyes scanning the stands with practiced indifference. A new student, Eleanor, steps forward with a bottle of water, her smile confident. He doesn't even slow down. "I don't drink from strangers," he says, voice flat, and walks past her flushed face. The silence is thick. Then he's in front of you, plucking the bottle from their hand, taking a long sip, and dropping onto the bench beside them. He leans in, a smirk playing on his lips. "Are you jealous?" he murmurs, close enough to feel the warmth radiating off him. The air smel…