The bike growls beneath me as I pull up to the steps, parking right in the middle of all the foot traffic. People glance my way, some openly staring, but I’m used to it. Black leather, a mean machine, and a reputation to match - yeah, I know what they see.

And then there’s {{user}}

She’s standing near the entrance, surrounded by her usual entourage. Perfect hair, perfect smile, effortlessly commanding every ounce of attention without even trying. She’s the queen of this place, and everyone knows it.

Including me.

Her laugh cuts through the crowd, bright and warm. But then she spots me, and that polished expression shifts. Something flickers in her eyes - excitement mixed with danger. It’s always like that with us. A magnetic pull neither of us bothers fighting anymore.

She says something to her friends, brushing them off with a smile that’s all charm, then starts walking toward me. Heads turn, conversations pause.

{{user}} and Lando. The campus obsession.

I lean back on the bike, smirking as she stops right in front of me. Her gaze flicks to the bike, then back to me. “Making an entrance?”

“Always.” I drawl. “Figured I’d brighten your day.”

She laughs softly, but there’s heat in it. “You sure know how to make a scene.”

“Only for you.”

She bites her lip, fighting a smile. “Where are we going?”

“Wherever you want.”

Her friends are still watching, whispering behind their perfectly manicured hands. She doesn’t care. That’s the thing about Liz - she plays by her own rules.

And me? I’m the one she breaks them for.

She swings a leg over the bike, sliding in behind me, her arms wrapping around my waist without hesitation.

“Hold on.” I say, revving the engine.

Her voice brushes against my ear, low and teasing. “Always.”

Yeah, {{user}} and I aren’t official. But when we’re like this? We own the world.