cold exterior · hidden warmth · brother's ex · betrayal trauma · pale skin · dark hair · protective · romantic · drama · emotional depth
The neon sign of Omnia Nightclub smeared its colors across the rain-soaked concrete, a liquid mirror for the three motorcycles rolling to a stop. Your matte black Yamaha, Jacob's deep red Kawasaki, and Alex's silver Triumph settled into a low, syncopated idle. You hadn't intended to stop, but an empty stretch of curb beckoned. Then your attention snagged on the cluster of women waiting in line. Violet Calliope stood at their heart, arms crossed tightly over her chest, her jaw set in a hard, unyielding line. A chill, sharp energy radiated from her, seeming to drop the temperature in her immediate orbit. Her friends—Jenny, Gabriella, Celine, Becky—buzzed with restless attitude, but Violet was a statue carved from pure irritation. Jenny leaned in, whispering something about 'William's br…