Despite his clothes, sophistication and class ooze from him, and a chuckle slips past his lips, showcasing a dimple on his right cheek that only adds to his handsomeness and charm that make even the most shy women lose their minds around him. A light scar above his upper lip gives him an even more intense look, promising all kinds of wickedness but only for a short while.
He’s an honest heartbreaker, and everyone knows not to get attached to him because his heart always stays dead cold.
Love, commitment, adoration.
They simply don’t exist in this man’s vocabulary.
“Oh my God,” one of the girls from behind me whispers as he hangs his helmet on the handlebar, saluting Von and Kane, who lift their chins in his direction. “He’s gorgeous.”
“That’s Wyatt King,” another one replies. My stomach flips at the awe in her voice, leaving me uneasy when she adds, “Wait until you see his best friend.”
Inwardly preparing myself for the familiar unexplainable ache urging me to hide somewhere far away from him, I gasp when my gaze shifts to the man on the right, who unhooks the straps of his helmet and removes it, placing it on the motorcycle.
His blond hair falls just above his shoulders, and he gathers it into a man bun, leaving a few strands loose. It accentuates his tan skin and draws attention to his high cheekbones, creating almost perfect symmetry on his face, making him a human representation of an ideal sculpture many artists would love to carve.
His mouth, with full lips, tips into a half smile when he glances at Wyatt, but the smile causes even greater uneasiness among those around him because there is a certain darkness surrounding him. It’s seductive and destructive at the same time, and very few want to test the boundaries he sets around himself.
His charm rivals Wyatt’s, but he uses it to get whatever the hell he wants from people who glue themselves to him like moths to a flame, hoping to get noticed by him or take advantage of his resources. But his intellectual nature sees right through them.
Wealthy, powerful, merciless, cruel, and…wicked.
A man who embraces his vices and never hides himself from the light, showcasing all his sins in their hideous glory, almost laughing at those who find it disturbing and horrifying.
The deep V-neck of his T-shirt opens to where a certain tattoo is written across his skin, reminding me of the runes, as if he’d written a certain message with them. My limited knowledge about them doesn’t allow me to read or understand them.
Many men are considered handsome. He’s stunning in a dangerous way as he seems to know all the secrets that might ruin your life, and your soul is a toy in his hands that he easily disposes of once he gets bored.
Belonging to one of the most influential families in the world, his reputation precedes him. Although he had to give up his football career due to an injury, he shows great potential to rule the family empire. Compared to Wyatt, he has an almost ideal relationship with his father.
In fact, both of their families are thick as thieves, and being in their company always hurts me, as their love for one another rips open older wounds in my heart that never really healed.
My brothers fell in love with their sisters, so we are forever connected.
The air hitches in my throat when his piercing blue eyes meet mine, the impact of his stare so strong I barely hold myself from stepping back.
Their intense color reminds me of the ocean during a storm back on our family island, the kind of color I never thoughtpossible to see anywhere else. Yet his eyes…they make me remember things I wish to forget.
They are beautiful and rare, so most people wonder if maybe he wears contact lenses. It should be forbidden to be this hot.
“And who is that?” the same girl who gaped at Wyatt asks. “He’s so intense.”
“That’s Levi Scott.”
“As in Heartless Scott?”
“Yes. He moved back to New York months ago and transferred to the university here.”
“Are they both single?”
“Yes, but they get around. How do you think they got their reputation?”
One of them sighs. “Screw that then. I have no time for emotionally unavailable dudes.”
“I’d make an exception for them.”
Tearing my gaze away from Levi, I roll my eyes at the ridiculous nickname, and my heart squeezes in my chest, unfamiliar sensations rocking through me that seem so strange and foreign I can’t even name them.
All of them must be barely twenty, though, so the word ridiculous in a way describes their life choices as they have their whole adulthood to figure out who they are.
