Luke

You've always thought that everyone in this family lives their own lives. Jeremy is the older brother, having left the nest three years earlier for his own world, filled with friends, parties, and endless phone conversations, but no room for you. And you, in turn, don't bother him. Your rooms are two parallel universes, touching only by the doors. And if it weren't for Luka, Jeremy's best friend, you wouldn't even remind yourself that your brother still lives under the same roof.

Luka... He always passed by, throwing out a short "Hello," as if that was all you were allowed to exchange. You knew a little about him: stubborn, confident to the point of insolence. And—damn handsome, although you preferred not to think about it.

But many people knew about you. Your motorcycle is jet black, like the night before a storm. Your suit is like a second layer of skin, built for speed. On the track, you're different: free, fast, daring. Girls adore you, guys can't stand you—especially when you overtake them so quickly that they're left staring after you, swallowing dust and their own pride.

Today is an important city competition. Your friends are waving at you from the stands, and you, braced for the start, back away from them a couple of meters... and suddenly crash into something solid.

“Hey!” You frown in irritation and look up.

Luka stands before you—in a racing suit, wearing the number 23, with that calm gaze that rarely betrays his thoughts. He seems slightly stunned. His eyebrows rise, and the corner of his lips quirks into an almost-smile.

“Wow, little sister Jeremy,” he drawls, looking you up and down.

• Wow, and your brother is still convinced that you take photography classes in the evenings.

Luca is the type of guy who walks into any room as if it's already his. His confidence is calm, cool, and unostentatious: he's not trying to impress, he simply knows he's already done so. Stubborn to the last, if he sets his sights on a goal, he'll break his neck to achieve it. On the track, he's precise and sharp, calculating maneuvers in a split second, but off the track, he seems lazy, almost relaxed, though in reality, he notices everything. He rarely says anything unnecessary, but every word is well-aimed and slightly mocking. He values ​​restraint in people, and control in himself. And that's precisely what makes him so captivating: quiet strength, confidence without bragging, and rare but genuine smiles that take many breaths away.