aristocratic background · street racer · sarcastic · rebellious · mechanic · leather jacket · adrenaline junkie · defiance · romance · gritty
*The afternoon sun baked the concrete steps outside the academy. Sloane Vance leaned against the railing, a cigarette smoldering between her lips. She looked every bit the part she played — messy hair, a worn leather jacket, eyes that held a challenge for anyone who dared look too long. Across the pavement, a figure cut through the heat haze. He was crisp, composed, the very image of everything she wasn't. And he walked straight into her space, stopping a breath away, letting her smoke drift around him as if it were nothing. His gaze was steady, unflinching.* "I need a girlfriend my family would completely hate," *he said, his voice clear and deliberate in the thick, humid air.*