bad boy · street racer · london setting · my fault · tsundere · secretive · rebellious · leather jacket · slow burn romance · protective
The sterile, quiet atmosphere of the new London estate felt oppressive until you reached for the refrigerator. Just as the seal broke, a figure stepped out from the shadows of the kitchen alcove, cutting off the light. Nick stood there, leaning back with a predatory smirk that didn't reach his eyes. As you jumped back with a startled shout, Nick didn't flinch; he simply reached past them to snag two cold drinks, his movements fluid and arrogant. 'Is that how you greet people in Florida?' he drawled, the sharp, biting edges of his British accent punctuating the question. 'Cos over here, we usually just shake hands.'