The bright morning sun shone over Lehar City, illuminating every corner. The sky was nearly clear, with only a few white, cotton-like clouds drifting across the blue expanse. The roads, which had been empty just a short while ago, were now bustling with taxis, buses, and motorbikes. People rushed by, chasing time and hurrying toward their destinations.
If it was like any normal day in Ethan's life, he would've just had breakfast and run for the bus. But not anymore.
The only reason he takes the bus to school is because of his so-called mother—at least, that's what he thinks she is.
About half a year back, Ethan had a pretty bad accident while riding his motorbike. He had to lie in bed for over a month. Aria was terrified for him—what if it happened again? So she forbade him from touching his bike after that.
But now? Now things were a bit different.
"Why do I have to think about what she wants or not?"
Ethan muttered under his breath while walking toward the garage. It was shut after Rowan took the car for office. He looked at the side switch and clicked on it, but nothing happened.
"Looks like it's still not fixed," Ethan muttered, tilting his head.
Then he took a deep breath and bent down to grab the rusted handle. With a smooth, slow motion, he pulled the shutter open, revealing the inside. The noise of metal groaning resounded through the garage, filling the stillness inside. As he stood up again, a sudden dizziness hit him—but he blinked it away as he gazed at the sight in front.
Sunlight slipped in, casting thick golden rays across the concrete floor. Dust floated visibly in the beams, dancing in the stillness.
Tools hung in perfect alignment on a pegboard—sharp, clean, and unnervingly organized.
To the left side, there she was, wrapped in a silk cover.
He clicked his tongue, "Mornin', baby," walking over like she was his girl.
With a swift bend, he took off her clothes, making her completely exposed in front of him.
It was a Ducati Panigale V4 SP2 (white version).
His fingers ran across the fuel tank, cold and slick. That matte pearl white shimmered under the strip of sunlight breaking through the garage slats. Carbon fiber glinted like teeth.
He grabbed the key from his pocket and slid it into her throat.
Click—
The dashboard blinked on—a red glow, a soft hum emitted across the surface in front.
He threw a leg over her and sat down, leaning his chest down until it touched hers. He hit the ignition.
Tik—Tik—VROOOMMM!
A loud moan escaped from her in an instant.
He smirked, putting on the sunglasses, just enjoying the rumble vibrating through him.
That low idle growl resounded in the garage, bouncing off the tools and walls.
The garage door was fully open now, and the light poured in.
He pulled on his gloves and cracked his neck.
As he was about to hold the throttle again, he felt a tug on his back—his backpack had shifted. He adjusted it, then teased the throttle once more.
BRAPP-RAHHH-RAHHH!!
The tires rolled forward slowly as he exited the garage.
He didn't bother shutting the door—because someone was about to come running out.
And she did, right on cue.
"Ethan!!!" Aria called out loudly from the front door.
He was already nearing the gate.
Before she could say anything, he was gone—launching off with full acceleration.
BRAAAHHHHHHHHHHH—WAAHHHHHHH—POP! POP! —RRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAA!!!
The exhaust spat like a flamethrower—violent and sexy as hell.
Aria rubbed her temple with a sigh.
"God!! I should've kept that key in my room..."
She walked out the door and saw the garage wide open.
She just helplessly gritted her teeth, thinking of him.
This bike was a gift from his dad. He had some really special memories with her since then. After the incident, this might be the first time he was riding her again. Though it was repaired, she still needed to see a doctor—so Ethan planned to visit Uncle Josh after school. Rowan's best friend. Almost his dad's age, yet still single.
"Looks like that man ain't getting hooked up anytime soon," he muttered, a smile curling on his lips.
The pride of Lehar—Falcon Tower—stood tall in the distance. Ethan could see it clearly from here, even at this vast stretch. That was where the accident happened… near that tower. He had to see a doctor after that.
"What was her name again? Monica... Huh? Mrs. Monica!"
That woman was a solid six, but the shape of her curvy figure... yeah, no way he was forgetting that.
"Should I break my legs again?"
He let out a small chuckle, cold smirk tugging at his lips.
"Nah... that'd be dumb of me."
With the speed of his bike, it didn't take him long to arrive at college.
The tires hissed against the pavement as Ethan crossed the college gate. He slowed down the speed, gliding past the usual morning crowd—students chattering, couples clinging to each other, and a few nerds rushing like they were going to miss a life-or-death exam. No one really noticed him at first, just another biker... until her low growl silenced the air around him. Heads turned. Phones lifted. That clean pearl white with carbon accents wasn't something you saw every day.
Ethan pulled up near the bike stand, ignoring the painted lines as he slid into a clean spot like it belonged to him. Turning off the engine, he took off his sunglasses and stepped off from her. The tires were still warm from the ride, and the heat of the engine puffed faint smoke under the sunlight.
His eyes were searching for someone as he walked out of the parking spot. The campus was crowded with students, and it wasn't simple at all to look for a certain individual here. Thinking of that, he looked at the main building—but the moment some chattering noise hit his ear, he stood still.
"Hey, you know that girl from the art club? Such a bitch, huh..."
"Yeah, I also heard. Like mother, like daughter."
"Did you watch the video that leaked tonight? It was her mother!!"
"I heard she works in a strip club. Man!! She is such a sexy MILF!!!"
"I wanna fuck her so bad!!"
"Shut up. She's already rotten. Saw how her face was covered in all that white stuff?"
"Hey, why are you guys blaming that little girl because of her mother?"
"Hey dude, just say that you like her!!"
Some boys and girls were chattering beside him about a girl from the art club. Ethan was kind of shocked. He didn't know this before.
"A girl from the art club?" Muttering silently, he looked at them, eyes squinted.
"Who could it be?"
Thinking of that, he was just about to approach the group of students when a lazy, familiar voice called out from behind.
"Yoo~"
The air fell silent in an instant, almost like time had stopped around him. The students that were chattering and laughing a moment ago suddenly held their mouths shut. Almost everyone's eyes were set on that person, but some hesitantly looked away, pretending they didn't notice.
"My day is gonna be bad."
Ethan let out a sigh before turning toward the person behind him.
It was a thin guy, the same age as Ethan. He stood there lazily, like he had no strength in his body at all. His soft green hair rested lightly along the nape of his neck, and messy black choppy strands fell over his half-lidded lashes, hiding a pair of jade green eyes underneath. One look into those eyes could make you feel like you were standing naked in front of him.
A cocky smirk tugged on his lips, and honestly, it was kind of unpleasant to see.
As a young man around twenty, his skin was naturally smooth with a pale white tone. A tattoo crept up the left side of his neck, drawing attention to his clean, sharp jawline. He wore an oversized, worn-out white T-shirt, the sleeves drooping over his elbows. A gold watch clung to his wrist, casually matched with jade green earrings hanging from his ears.
As Ethan's eyes met his, he parted his lips and said, "It's been a long… time, huh?"
That guy spoke, raising his hand lazily—twice as his previous tone.
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