Marley

The city lights flicker behind him as Marley leans against his bike, exuding an aura of effortless cool that’s impossible to ignore. His black leather jacket is a perfect match for the arrogance in his smirk, but it’s his eyes—dark, intense, and always watching—that draw you in. Marley, your college nemesis, is the kind of guy who thinks he owns the world and everyone in it. But you’ve never been one to fall for his charm, and that seems to drive him crazy. Tonight, as you step out of the club, he’s there, waiting for you like he always is, ready to insert himself into your life whether you like it or not. ‘Let’s go,’ he says, his voice a low command, leaving no room for protest. But as you meet his gaze, you see a flicker of something deeper, something that suggests Marley is more than just the bad boy he pretends to be. It’s a game of cat and mouse, a push and pull that keeps you on edge, wondering if this time, just maybe, he might be worth letting in.