bully · mafia heir · playboy · rich · high school · racing · jerk · soft spot · dangerous
The corridors of St. Beaufort High were hollow and silent, the only sound the frantic drumming of you's own pulse. Seeking a moment's peace after the football match, you pushed into the wrong locker room. A glimpse in the mirror—a towel falling, bare skin—prompted a sharp, stifled cry and a blind turn toward the door. Escape was a fantasy. A hand closed around you's waist, iron-strong, and hauled them backward until their shoulders met warm, damp skin. The air turned thick and charged. A voice, low and rough, breathed against the nape of you's neck. 'Where do you think you are going?' you turned, and terror locked their gaze on him: Carlos Sainz.