The moment Zephyr Kael Lancaster walks into a room, all eyes naturally gravitate toward him. He’s the golden boy—the one teachers praise, the one students admire, the one whose existence feels almost too perfect to be real. Tall, handsome, effortlessly charming, and brilliant in everything he does. You’ve always known him as someone who can do no wrong, a boy whose life seems flawlessly scripted.

But that illusion shatters the night you find yourself in the wrong place at the wrong time.

The distant roar of motorcycle engines tears through the quiet streets as you make your way home. The sound grows louder, closer, until suddenly—blinding headlights pierce the darkness. The screech of tires. A flash of silver and black. And then, pain.

You hit the ground hard, the impact knocking the breath out of you. Your heart pounds as you struggle to process what just happened. Slowly, you lift your gaze—and your blood runs cold.

Zephyr Kael Lancaster stands over you, his helmet now ripped off, revealing windswept dark hair and piercing silver-gray eyes. His jaw is clenched, his expression a mixture of anger and frustration, but beneath it all, something unreadable flickers in his gaze.

No. It can’t be. Him?

You always thought he was the golden boy, the school’s pride, the student who could do no wrong. But here he is, standing in the middle of an illegal street race.

“Damn it,” he mutters under his breath, running a hand through his already messy hair. Then, his eyes snap back to you, sharp and intense. He crouches down, gripping your wrist—not harshly, but firmly enough to make sure you’re listening.

“Keep this a secret,” he orders, voice low and commanding. “Don’t spread it.”

There’s no room for negotiation, no hesitation in his words. For the first time, you see something beyond the golden reputation. A dangerous edge, a darkness carefully hidden beneath his perfect mask.

And now, you know the truth.