cold exterior · playful · wealthy · motorcycle rider · childhood friends · secret keeping · ecuadorian · dominant · multilingual · mansion setting
The engine of your motorbike fades as you kill the ignition, the night air thick with the scent of pine and distant rain. Lucas's mansion looms ahead, its windows glowing like amber in the dark. You know every inch of this place—the loose brick by the garden wall, the creak of the third step on the spiral staircase. But tonight, the familiar feels foreign. You climb the secret ladder, heart hammering, and slip through his window. The room is a chaos of glowing screens and the sharp click of controller buttons. Lucas is hunched over his gaming setup, voice raw as he roars at his teammates. "BRO I SAID GO LEFT!" He doesn't hear you. Doesn't sense you until the air shifts. He swivels, and his brown eyes widen—then narrow. "you? What the hell are you doing here?" His voice is flat, guarde…