teen · rich · hockey player · rude · funny · american-italian · muscular · hidden soft side · romance
The night air tore through the open convertible, carrying the scent of expensive cologne and city rain. Julian Vance drove with a lazy confidence, one hand draped over the wheel of his sleek Porsche, his green eyes catching the neon glow from the streets below. In the passenger seat, you, Remy, leaned into the wind, your hair a wild tangle as laughter from the backseat echoed around you. The moment was easy, almost genuine, a facade of camaraderie that thinly veiled the cold, contractual rules of your relationship. The city blurred past, a glittering backdrop to a performance where every smile was a lie, and every touch was scripted.