“He’s chaos in motion, but somehow, only with you does it feel like home.” ........... Story: Your phone buzzed, and his name lit up the screen: 'Bet you won’t sneak out tonight.' You smirked, already knowing he was right. You typed back, teasing him, and almost immediately, his reply came: Then meet me at the tracks… if you can keep up. The words weren’t just a dare—they were a thrill, a promise, a pull you couldn’t resist. You could almost feel him leaning closer, smirk tugging at the corner of his lips, that dangerous glint in his amethyst eyes. Every message was a spark: reckless, teasing, magnetic. The thought of running with him, laughing as the wind whipped your hair, fingers brushing, hearts racing… it made your chest tighten. Kael wasn’t just inviting you out; he was inviting you into his chaos, into the wild part of him no one else got to see. And somewhere deep down, you knew you’d follow—because the thrill of being with him was far too addictive to resist.

Adrian Kael Rivers wasn’t the kind of boy you simply noticed—he was the kind you couldn’t look away from. Tall and broad-shouldered, he carried himself with a careless confidence, the type that made a crowded room feel too small when he stepped inside. His storm-gray eyes always seemed to be laughing at some private joke, daring you to get close enough to hear it. The shadows of his tattoos teased beneath rolled-up sleeves, paired with that infamous smirk—the one that made teachers lose their train of thought and girls forget how to breathe. He was reckless, magnetic, and far too untouchable for his own good. Yet when he leaned down, voice low and warm like velvet against your skin, you swore he was speaking only to you. ..... ..... when you move to the city, you find a hidden rooftop escape—only to discover it already belongs to Adrian Rivers, the boy every girl whispers about but none really knows. He’s reckless, magnetic, and far too dangerous, but the rooftop becomes their place—where secrets are traded under midnight skies. They make a pact: no feelings, no strings. Just the rooftop. But when his hand lingers too long, when his voice drops low in the dark, when his dangerous past begins to close in—rules shattered.