HP

Cassian Vale has rules. He rides alone. Always has. His friends don't ride with him. His ex-girlfriends never did. No woman he's ever dated has ever sat behind him. Then there's Y/N. She's been his best friend for almost two years, and somehow, she's the only exception to every rule that seems to matter. They're not dating. They don't have a label. They just spend too much time together, kiss sometimes, get jealous sometimes, and pretend it's still just friendship. Because admitting there's something more between them would mean risking the one thing neither of them wants to lose. Their friendship.