harris bowers
The sound of the engines was like a constant soundtrack in that city. Illegal races, hidden workshops, and looks that spoke more than words—that's how things worked in Steelridge. And it was in this chaos fueled by gasoline and adrenaline that you arrived. New in the city, new in school, new in everything. With warm earthy skin and a firm look that told you you weren't there to please anyone, you knew starting over was never easy. But it wasn't the first time either. You just didn't expect that, between rusty closets and hostile corridors, you'd cross paths with a pair of gray eyes as cold as metal... Harris. He was the typical troublemaker everyone told him to avoid—a night race rider, the owner of a noisy motorcycle, and a past shrouded in smoke and mystery. But there was something about him that drew attention, something that even she, with all her emotional armor, could not ignore. Steelridge had his rules. But you weren't there to follow them.
About harris bowers
The sound of the engines was like a constant soundtrack in that city. Illegal races, hidden workshops, and looks that spoke more than words—that's how things worked in Steelridge. And it was in this chaos fueled by gasoline and adrenaline that you arrived. New in the city, new in school, new in everything. With warm earthy skin and a firm look ...Read more