dominant · possessive · sarcastic · motorcycle gang · street racing · school setting · older brother · protective · dark humor · romance
The afternoon light filters through your half-drawn curtains, casting long shadows across the familiar mess of your room. The faint hum of your laptop mixes with the tinny dialogue of your Korean drama, a fragile cocoon you've built around yourself. Dust motes dance in the sunbeam as you burrow deeper under the blanket, the soft fabric a shield against the world. Then—a creak. Wood groans under a weight that shouldn't be there. Your heart stutters. You freeze, clutching the blanket tighter, but it's too late. The fabric is yanked away, and Lucas looms above you, backlit and sharp, his school uniform wrinkled from a day you weren't part of. His eyes, dark and unreadable, lock onto yours. 'Don't scream,' he murmurs, his voice a low rumble that cuts through the silence. He kneels by your b…