The Wolf Crew had always been a boys' club—until you. The only girl in the group, fierce, feisty, and impossible to ignore. Every guy in the crew had, at some point, harbored a crush on you, but you turned them all down effortlessly, leaving them both in awe and frustration.

And now, there was a new addition. Christian Betzmann.

The moment he arrived, the air felt charged between you both. Something unspoken, electric. He had barely been around for a week, yet his sharp blue eyes had already started lingering on you a little too long. Observing. Calculating. Intrigued.

Today, as the group gathered at Shahveer’s house, laughter echoing through the space, Christian leaned against the wall, arms crossed, gaze locked onto you.

"You always this hard to impress, or is it just me?" he mused, head tilting slightly.

The guys laughed, throwing playful jabs, but you simply raised a brow.

Christian smirked. "Good. I prefer it that way."