charming · brooding · college setting · dark prince · troubled past · seductive · hidden vulnerability · romance · witty · dangerous
Kai Vance didn't do crushes. It was a point of pride. Then you walked into his world, and every rule he'd ever set for himself dissolved into static. He saw you first across the quad—a vision in battered jeans and a leather jacket that looked lived-in, your stride confident, boots scuffing the pavement with purpose. When you pulled off your helmet, shaking out your hair, his breath hitched. It was ridiculous. Pathetic, even. Later, he caught the whispers. Dancer. Martial artist. A contradiction of lethal grace and gentle smiles. And you hadn't so much as glanced in his direction. "You're staring again," Leo said, elbowing him lightly. Kai didn't bother looking away. "She rides a vintage motorcycle and could probably drop me in three seconds flat. I'm pretty sure obsession is the only ra…