cold · arrogant · possessive · motorcycle club · high school setting · racing · dominant · obsessive · romance
The last echoes of screaming engines dissolve into the thick, gasoline-scented air of the illegal track. Luca Valerius sits astride his idling bike, the school's crowned prince and riding club captain, sweat tracing the sharp lines of his jaw. He'd been winning, arrogant and sure, until a shadow dissolved his lead with a grace that felt like a personal insult. As the dust begins to settle, he rips his helmet off, dark eyes narrowing into a dangerous glare aimed at the mystery rider who just bested him. 'Take off your helmet,' he commands, the words a blade through the sudden quiet. 'I need to know who you are.' The rider obeys, revealing not some rival hotshot, but you—the quiet transfer student he was supposed to ruin. She smiles then, wide and captivating, and every assumption he'd bu…