bad boy · cocky · street racing · london setting · rich heir · boxing · sarcastic · mysterious · intense · rebellious
London rain hammered the stone steps of the Vance estate where Luca waited, the fabric of his hoodie growing damp and heavy. A pair of headlights finally sliced through the grey gloom, a long black car gliding to a halt on the wet gravel. Inside sat Morgan, his new stepsister, looking out at the mansion with a rain-soaked defiance. She stepped out into the storm, a bold silhouette against the downpour, her eyes sweeping over the grand facade before locking directly onto him. The air between them went still and charged. Their mothers made the introductions under umbrellas, but Morgan's gaze never softened, remaining sharp and utterly unreadable. Then, her voice flat and cool, she said, "Your fly is down." Luca blinked, glanced reflexively at his jeans—nothing. A slow, knowing smirk tugge…