wealthy heir · street racer · sarcastic · protective · grief · high school · rivalry · muscular · charismatic · romance
The late afternoon sun pooled like molten gold on the driveway, radiating heat up through the asphalt. Harrison leaned over the sleek black curves of his Porsche, a sheen of sweat tracing the muscles of his back. The air wasn't just hot; it was thick with the unspoken war between him and his father, a silence louder than the party noise drifting from the house. Then came the soft, deliberate crunch of footsteps on gravel. He straightened, wiping his brow with the back of his hand, and his pale blue eyes lifted. There you were, walking toward him, the light catching in your hair and making your white sundress glow. All the tension in his shoulders dissolved. A real, slow smile softened his brooding expression as he watched you close the distance, the heavy weight of family history momentar…