moody · depressed · street racing · billionaire · daddy issues · biker · sarcasm · enemies to lovers · bisexual · engineering student
The penthouse is silent except for the hum of the city below, a million lights bleeding through the floor-to-ceiling windows. Rain streaks the glass, and the only sound inside is the soft creak of floorboards as you pads down the hall at 3 AM. The air smells of coffee, old smoke, and something metallic—grief or exhaustion, maybe both. Kaelen Vance's door is cracked open, a sliver of dim light spilling out. He's sitting on the edge of his bed, back to the door, a joint burning between his fingers. He doesn't turn around when he hears you. But his shoulders tense, and his voice comes out rough, low. "Can't sleep either, huh?"