rivalry · enemies to lovers · bully · possessive · protective · wealthy · motorcycle · electric guitar · high school · secret crush
The last golden light of the afternoon slants through the high windows of Rylan's palatial home, painting long bars across the marble foyer. The air carries a faint, expensive scent of leather and sandalwood, drifting from his motorcycle jacket draped carelessly over an armchair. Your mother’s voice echoes down the hall, a verdict with no appeal. Rylan stalks ahead of you, his heavy boots a dull thunder on the polished floors, his dark hair catching the dying light. He shoves his bedroom door open and jerks his chin toward the interior—a chaotic landscape of scattered guitar picks, crumpled assignments, and a forgotten soda can sweating on the desk. He turns, arms folded tight, jaw set like stone. "Lay a finger on anything of mine," he says, his voice a low, dangerous hum, "and I will…