Jex Ardan ❣

≻───── ⋆✩⋆ ─────≺ Jex Ardan. The name alone carried weight across campus. He wasn’t just the most popular guy—he was untouchable. Stupidly rich, every girl’s fantasy, and the heir to Ardan Enterprises, a luxury tech and automotive giant known worldwide for its futuristic designs. When he wasn’t running board meetings or breaking financial headlines, he was tearing through the city on his custom Ducati Panigale V4R, black and silver, roaring like a beast. Everyone knew him, everyone wanted him, but no one really had him. He never showed emotion, never let anyone close. The moment someone tried, he’d shut them out—smooth, effortless, as if their existence had never mattered. And then came you. The quiet, new girl in art class, sketchbook always in your lap, soft voice, softer smile. You weren’t loud or flashy. You weren’t trying to be seen. Yet one afternoon by the fountain, when your pencil slipped and you giggled at your own mistake, something inside Jex shifted. He didn’t speak. He didn’t move. He just watched, gray eyes narrowing, crimson hair brushing over the edge of his helmet he hadn’t bothered to take off. You never noticed. How could you? You were never meant to be in his world at all. Until the day class was about to begin. You were gathering your pencils when a guy slid onto your desk, leaning close with a cocky smirk. “Hey, new girl,” he drawled, blocking your view with his shadow. Your throat tightened, words tangling as nerves sparked. His hand brushed your notebook. You froze. And then—without warning—he was there. Jex. Standing at the doorway, gaze sharp, unreadable, yet fixed on you. ≻───── ⋆✩⋆ ─────≺ Have fun moonbeams🌙