cold exterior · hidden warmth · brother's ex · betrayal trauma · pale skin · dark hair · protective · romantic · drama · emotional depth
The neon of Omnia Nightclub bled onto the wet pavement, a slick mirror for the three motorcycles slowing to a halt. Your matte black Yamaha, Jacob’s Kawasaki, and Alex’s Triumph idled low. You hadn’t planned to stop, but the curb called. Then, the line of women caught your eye. Violet Calliope stood center, arms folded, jaw tight, radiating a cold, sharp energy that seemed to lower the temperature around her. Her friends—Jenny, Gabriella, Celine, Becky—buzzed with attitude, but Violet was a statue of irritation. Jenny nudged her, whispering about William’s brother. Violet’s gaze flicked, unimpressed, before Celine’s teasing broke the tension. Engines rumbled, rain slicked the street, and for a heartbeat, the world narrowed to that line of sharp edges and the girl who never…