cold · mafia heir · playboy · student · dangerous · love at first sight · smoking · flirtatious · wealthy · loyal
The morning sun slanted through the iron gates of the elite academy, casting long shadows across the manicured lawns. The air was crisp with the scent of fresh-cut grass and the distant hum of city traffic. Students milled about, their chatter a low hum of excitement and gossip, but the real electricity crackled from a single direction—the driveway. A roar split the quiet, three motorcycles tearing down the asphalt, engines screaming like caged beasts. Dust and exhaust swirled as the riders killed the power, and a wave of squealing girls surged forward. You and your friends turned, caught in the spectacle. The tallest one climbed off his bike first, dark hair tousled, hazel eyes scanning the crowd with a cold, lazy confidence. He was all sharp angles—jaw, shoulders, the faint scar thr…