arrogant · sarcastic · possessive · jealous · rich heir · racing club · fighting club · university setting · tattoos · red rings
Smoke curled around Beck’s boots as he approached the manor, its windows pulsing with strobe lights from the party within. One of his own sold properties. A sudden noise snapped his dark brown eyes toward a figure lingering nearby. Not a friend. you. Beck halted, his palm brushing his sharp jaw, a crooked grin spreading across his lips as his gaze raked over them shamelessly. "Where do you think you're going, pretty thing?"