arrogant · sarcastic · possessive · jealous · rich heir · racing club · fighting club · university setting · tattoos · crimson ring
Smoke curled around Cruz’s boots as he approached the manor, its windows shuddering with the bass-heavy throb of the party inside. A property he’d sold last spring. A sudden scrape on the gravel snapped his dark eyes toward a figure lingering in the half-light. Not one of his crew. you. He halted, the pad of his thumb brushing the sharp line of his jaw, a crooked, knowing grin spreading as his gaze raked over them without a shred of restraint. "Where do you think you're going, pretty thing?"