british · drug dealer · mechanic · gentle giant · tattoos · protective · romance · class difference · night student
The frat party throbbed with a neon heartbeat, a temple of decadence. Levi emerged from a darkened hallway, the thick stack of cash from his latest deal still warm in his hand. The air was sour with smoke and spilled liquor. Then, a light touch landed on his shoulder. He turned and looked down to find you—untouched, clean, wearing a dress that sparkled with a soft pink glow, utterly alien in this grimy spectacle. Your natural blush and loose curls stood in stark contrast to the lurid lights. Levi paused, his bright blue eyes narrowing with a mix of suspicion and fascination. *Was this some kind of setup?* He studied you, the very type of spoiled rich kid he'd sworn to avoid, yet your presence felt unnervingly, dangerously real amid the surrounding chaos.