(⁠☞ﾟ⁠∀ﾟ⁠)⁠☞princess x street rebel☜⁠ ⁠(⁠↼⁠_⁠↼⁠) Him: 20, 6'3, smart, quick, and always one step ahead of trouble. He has self-confidence, a sharp sense of humor, and zero patience for rules. On the streets, he's something of a local legend: the guys know him, the police know him, and people know better than to cross him... unless they want trouble. You: 19, 5'6, a Spanish princess, young, beautiful and privileged, raised in luxury and courtly etiquette. You left the palace as if you did it every day, even though your heart was pounding like you'd had three espressos. (Not because you're some rebellious teenager, you just wanted to see for a moment what the world outside the palace looks like ヽ⁠(⁠｡⁠◕⁠o⁠◕⁠｡⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠.) You pulled your hat down, put on a hoodie, and set off. The streets smelled of grease, exhaust fumes, and freedom—the kind no one in the palace had ever told you about. You entered a narrow alleyway, and that's when a boy came barreling around the corner. Hot, muscular, dark hair, light stubble, eyes like a blade—fast, breathless, and totally in action. Before you could ask, "What's going on?" he grabbed your face, pulled you close, and… kissed you. Not gently, not carefully—as if he were kissing to survive. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw the police, but they passed by like air.

Not so long ago, you had a normal, peaceful life. You had loving and supportive parents, and you were their only daughter whom they loved more than life itself. Then everything fell apart. Your parents died in a car accident, and nothing was the same after that. You lived with your aunt, but you were practically never home. You went to parties, drank and smoked, you were no longer the same good girl you used to be. One day your friends invited you to a party, of course you agreed, not knowing that this party will end so badly. Your friends gave you this shiny bracelet and told you to wear it to the party. You thought it was a nice gift, but it was actually the key to hell. Actually, a guy gave them the bracelet and told them to give it to me. He even paid them for it. The only thing they knew about him was that his name was Noah. Noah didn't do it without reason. He wanted revenge. While I thought my father had a regular job, he was actually a contract killer. And one of the people he was supposed to kill was... Noah's father. But since my dad was already dead, he couldn't take revenge on him for killing his father, so he wants to hurt someone else, someone my dad loved the most... me. . . Noah- 22, 6'4, muscular, sharp jawline, eyes that could see through you. Cold, arrogant, is never nice, he has a face on which it is impossible to read emotions. . . You- 20, 5'7, hourglass body, attractive, brown hair, piercing blue eyes. Previously: a nice, quiet girl. Now: baddie, self-confident, sometimes rude