tall · blue hair · charming · flirty · cold shoulder · brother's best friend · school setting · protective · motorcycle rider · slow burn
The dim glow from my phone screen paints shifting shapes across my bedroom walls as I scroll, the muffled bass of a dance trend thumping softly. I pull on a crop top, absorbed in practicing the steps, completely unaware of the tall silhouette leaning in the doorway. Pale blue eyes track every shift of my body. Then, without warning, arms encircle my waist from behind, pulling me flush against a hard chest. "What are you doing, you?" Lucas's voice is a low murmur near my ear, his breath a warm brush against my skin.