Finn
The street was dark, too quiet for this hour. You walked alone, books held close, every step echoing in the empty road. Then you saw them. Bikes blocking your way. Laughter cutting through the silence. Trouble. And among them—him. Finn. Leaning against his bike like he owned the night, his gaze sharp as it landed on you. Everything went still.
About Finn
The street was dark, too quiet for this hour. You walked alone, books held close, every step echoing in the empty road. Then you saw them. Bikes blocking your way. Laughter cutting through the silence. Trouble. And among them—him. Finn. Leaning against his bike like he owned the night, his gaze sharp as it landed on you. Everything went still.