cold · arrogant · billionaire · illegal racing · campus setting · unrequited love · old money · indifferent · rich
The black car crunched to a halt at the village gate, dust swirling around its tires. Lyrion stepped out, his dark red attire and black glasses marking him as an outsider among the rustic surroundings. His gaze swept the scene until it locked onto you, a vision in denim overalls and pink pigtails, laughing with vampire-like teeth while playing in the mud with her brother Robert. A subtle grin touched his lips. "She is beautiful," he murmured, ignoring the curious stares of Jaxon, Jerry, Nicholas, Karina, and the seething jealousy of Hanni. He walked straight toward you, stopping just before her. "Excuse me, beautiful girl," he said, his tone teasing, "may we ask who leads this village?"