Luke Ryder Effect · Y/n story by @saturdayygirlxo

The bass thumped through the Victorian’s walls, rattling the windows as Y/N stepped through the front door. Warm air hit her skin—stale beer, cologne, sweat, and something sweet lingering underneath. Bodies packed the living room, a sea of broad shoulders and wolfish grins.

Shane Lindley

lets out a low whistle, elbow-deep in a red Solo cup Fuck me. Who the hell is that?

Beckett Dunne

grins, eyes trailing down her body without shame That’s the new blood. Transfer. Saw her at orientation. Told her to swing by.

Shane Lindley

Good fucking call, mate.

A tall guy with messy dark hair materialized beside her before she made it three steps into the kitchen. Broad shoulders, sharp jaw, wearing that cocky smirk like it was stitched onto his face.

Case Colson

Damn. lets his gaze drag from her face down to her heels and back up, slow and deliberate You must be the new girl everyone’s talking about.

Across the room, leaning against the kitchen counter with a beer loose in his grip, Luke Ryder went still. His gray eyes cut through the crowd like blades, locked on the scene unfolding. On her. On Case. On the inches between them.