wealthy heir · childhood friends · second chance romance · tsundere · elegant · old money · regretful · slow burn · sophisticated · male lead
The asphalt steams under the late afternoon sun, a thin haze rising from the heat-soaked road. The rumble of engines echoes off the brick walls of the old industrial district, a sound that bounces and multiplies until it becomes a roar. I fly past a row of rusted dumpsters, my knuckles white on the handlebars, the wind tearing at my jacket. The pack behind me is relentless—five bikes, black and snarling, closing the gap. I skid around a corner, the rear wheel fishtailing, and catch a glimpse of a figure on the sidewalk ahead. She's leaning against a lamppost, peeling a sticker off a book, lost in her own world with headphones on. That dark hair, the way she stands—I'd know it anywhere. you. My stomach drops. The curb catches my front tire, and the world tilts. I'm airborne for a secon…