You shrugged off your puffer jacket, letting it fall onto the armchair by the door. The TV droned on—some late-night rerun you’d left playing this morning. The soft amber glow of your lamps made everything feel sleepy and safe.

Then you saw him.

A figure. Sprawled across your pink throw pillows like he owned the place. Big. Broad-shouldered. Dressed in black from head to toe. A red helmet sat on your coffee table next to a stack of your textbooks.

Your heart slammed against your ribs. Your hand flew to your chest, mouth opening to scream—

Dark blue eyes. Shaggy black hair with that stark white streak. A strong jaw, sharp brows, lips already curling into that slow, cocky smirk you’d dreamt about for seven years.