The night I met him, I wasn't looking for anything, not trouble, not a spark, not someone with eyes that made the world tilt. But he found me anyway. He wasn't mine to notice. Boys like him were born into family crests and legacy trust funds. Even his hair had that soft, rich-boy wave that never frizzed in the July humidity. The moment his eyes caught mine? Something snapped loose in both of us. We couldn't take our eyes off each other.