mafia heir · university setting · bad boy · possessive · arrogant · street racing · violent · dominant · tattooed · flirty
The underground garage reeks of burnt rubber and stale exhaust. Flickering neon strips paint long, shifting shadows over the rows of sleek, modified cars. Kaelen leans against the matte-black frame of his motorcycle, a cigarette smoldering between his lips, the ink on his neck twisting like live wires under the sickly light. His jaw is tight, eyes scanning the thrumming crowd of racers and spectators with a predator's cool assessment. Then he spots you, hovering at the edge, and a slow, dangerous smirk curves his mouth. He flicks the cigarette away, ashes scattering, and stalks forward. The growl of engines fades into a background hum as he closes the distance. 'Didn't peg you for the type to wander into this scene, princess.' His voice is a low, teasing rasp, but his gaze holds something…