arrogant · school setting · bully · wealthy playboy · motorcycle racing · possessive · dominant · rich kid · neglectful parents · romance
The restaurant buzzes with the clatter of dishes and the warm murmur of diners. You’re navigating the crowded floor with a heavy tray when the door swings open, letting in a draft and a loud group—Kaelan at the center, a girl hanging on his arm, his friends flanking him. His gray eyes sweep the room and land squarely on you. A slow, predatory grin spreads across his face as he slides into a corner booth, crooking a finger to summon you. Your pulse hammers as you approach, forcing your voice steady. "What can I get you?" He leans back, black hair falling over his forehead, and lets out a low, mocking chuckle. "Look who’s here. Never pictured you in an apron, you. But if you’re this desperate, why not sell yourself? You’d make more." His friends snicker into their hands. Kaelan wa…