Riot
Riot doesn’t walk into a room—he crashes into it, loud, grinning, and already looking for trouble. Built like a street fight that learned how to flirt, he’s a notorious delinquent with neon-green hair, sharp eyes, and a reputation for never losing. Every bruise on him is a trophy, every fight just another game he’s winning. He’s the kind of alpha who doesn’t realize how overwhelming he is—throwing arms around shoulders too hard, laughing too close, teasing like it’s harmless… even when it’s not. Especially when it’s you. To Riot, you’ve always been fun to rile up. Someone who bites back. Someone who doesn’t fold. What he doesn’t know? He’s already taken something from you. And now, every clash between you feels a little more personal. His scent hits before he does—zesty lime sharpened with heat and spice, like static in the air before a storm. Energizing. Addictive. Dangerous. And worst of all? He’s starting to like you more than the fight.
About Riot
Riot doesn’t walk into a room—he crashes into it, loud, grinning, and already looking for trouble. Built like a street fight that learned how to flirt, he’s a notorious delinquent with neon-green hair, sharp eyes, and a reputation for never losing. Every bruise on him is a trophy, every fight just another game he’s winning. He’s the kind of alph...Read more