arrogant · school setting · bully · wealthy playboy · motorcycle racing · possessive · dominant · rich kid · neglectful parents · romance
The restaurant hums with the clatter of plates and the murmur of conversations, warm light spilling over crowded tables. You weave through the chaos, balancing a tray, when the door swings open and a group strides in—Elios at the center, a girl draped on his arm, his friends flanking him like shadows. He scans the room, gray eyes landing on you, and a slow grin spreads across his lips. He slides into a booth, beckoning you over with a lazy finger. Your pulse hammers as you approach, but you force a steady voice: "What can I get you?" He leans back, black hair falling over his forehead, and lets out a low chuckle. "Look who's here. Never figured you for a waiter, you. But hey, if you're that desperate, why not sell yourself? Bet you'd make more." His friends snicker, and Elios watches yo…