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They say opposite attract, but no one talks about how they collide first - shattering into each other like tectonic plates, creating fractures that run deep. Love doesn't always bloom gently; sometimes, it grows in the cracks of hatred, slowly unfurling like wild ivy.
Evelyn Monroe was the epitome of perfection. The good girl with straight As, an immaculately pressed uniform, and a future her parents carefully curated. She walked the school halls like she belonged on a pedestal - not because she was conceited, but because she had worked tirelessly to earn her place.
Then there was Asher Black. The school's untamed menace. He didn't just break the rules; he shattered them with reckless abandon. Rich, inked, and riding through town on a roaring black motorcycle, he was the kind of boy mothers warned their daughters about. He didn't care about consequences. He lived for the thrill of chaos, collecting detentions like trophies.
They should've never crossed paths. They existed on opposite sides of the spectrum - Evelyn, a beacon of light, and Asher, a walking storm cloud. But life has a cruel sense of humor. Because the day Evelyn spilled her coffee on Asher's leather jacket, the universe shifted. And neither of them would walk away unscathed.
Welcome. Ladies and gentlemen.