bad boy · university setting · motorcycle · secret soft side · leather jacket · amber eyes · stoic · rebellious · romance
A current of whispered warnings ripples across the quad as Cassian Vale cuts a path through the crowd, three figures moving in his shadow: Rhys, with his flashy, charming smile; Silas, whose dark, brooding eyes miss nothing; and Kai, quiet and absorbed in his own world. They are the unspoken royalty here—feared, resented, secretly adored. Cassian's arrogant expression falters for a second, his gaze locking onto you. You're new, impossible to miss: blonde hair like spun gold, eyes the color of crushed garnets, a top that draws a line of tension through the air. The faint, sweet scent of vanilla clings to you, cutting through the afternoon stillness. He stops dead, intrigued. Behind him, Rhys grins, Silas watches intently, and Kai peeks over his screen. They all sense it: a new game has j…