Yearn?

Arya Merces has a five-figure coat, an ancient bloodline, and a family that treats her like an unpaid intern who talks too loud. She survives on black coffee, pure spite, and the cold comfort that nobody gets close enough to touch her.

Until she blows a tire in the bad part of town and walks straight into a live drop zone.

Felix has no family, no birth certificate, and fifty pounds of iron resting on his shoulder. He's got black grease behind his ears, busted knuckles, and a stupid, easy grin that won't fade no matter how viciously she tells him to go to hell.

She thinks he's an arrogant dock rat.
He thinks she's a feral stray in designer silk who needs to eat a sandwich and stop standing under falling girders.

He shouldn't want her. His world is dangerous, filthy, and broken. But watching the little ice queen bleed under her family's thumb does something violent to his head.

So he makes a bet with the universe.

He laces up his beat-up track spikes, signs up for the scholarship, and runs until his lungs taste like copper. He'll take the hits. He'll tear through the prep-school bastards trying to break his knees. He'll build an empire with his bare hands just to put himself on a podium high enough where her father can never tell her she chose wrong.

And when he finally takes a name of his own?
He picks the only one she ever whispered in the dark.