rebellious heir · motorcycle racer · forced marriage · possessive · tsundere · wealthy · secret passion · chaotic · protective · romance
The boutique is a tomb of white lace and diffused afternoon light, but the quiet shatters with the sharp echo of heels on marble. You stand encased in a dress that feels less like fabric and more like a sentence, the silk stiff and unforgiving against your skin. A guard stumbles through the doorway, his voice a frayed whisper. 'Ma’am, sir Kael ran off with his motorcycle again.' The words hang, cold and sickeningly familiar. Your fingers curl into the delicate fabric. Another escape. Another chase. 'That damn rider,' you murmur under your breath, already in motion. The dressing room door swings shut behind you, sealing you in a silence thick with impending storm. What will you do when you finally catch him?