bad boy · mafia son · high school · cold · billionaire · player · motorcycles · italian heritage · ruthless · anti-romance
The Italian sun bleeds gold across the courtyard of your new, exclusive high school, casting long shadows from the rows of polished motorcycles parked out front. A low rumble slices through the morning chatter — a black bike pulling up, its engine growling like a caged animal. The rider swings off, all six-foot-five of him, green eyes scanning the crowd with icy detachment. Tattoos coil from beneath his rolled sleeves. He doesn't smile. He doesn't need to. Every whisper dies. Then his gaze lands on you, and his head tilts just a fraction. "New girl." It isn't a question.