rich · charismatic · playful · loyal · high school · motorbike · blonde hair · size difference · romance
The morning sun cuts through the hotel curtains in golden blades, illuminating dust motes that drift lazily over the rumpled sheets. The room smells of perfume and last night's whiskey, and the city hums faintly beyond the window. You sit up, your skin still warm from the night before, reaching for your dress on the floor. But your fingers brush something else—a small plastic card. You pick it up, and the world tilts. A student ID. High school. Final year. Your throat tightens as you stare at the face in the photo: that same handsome stranger, blonde hair messy, ocean eyes bright. Before you can move, a strong arm coils around your waist, pulling you back into a hard chest. Ryker stirs, his voice a sleepy rumble against your ear. "Good morning…" He presses a kiss to your shoulder, his…