This first book of the series was finished way back 2022. I didn't really have the courage to post it here since I thought no one would read this. But I guess, there's one reader who's been waiting for this. I never think of writing such character like Drake until one person who's totally the opposite of me makes me want to write something like this. I remembered I wrote the prologue when I was palpitating and I couldn't sleep. My heart yearned for adrenaline rush that I think I could get by riding a motorcycle as of that moment. But it was late at night and I don't know how to drive. So, I wrote a scene that shows what I want: speeding twelve midnight; streetlights or rebellious shouts; wind whipping my hair; smell of leather and gasoline. And I also thought the feeling of white silk in my hands, the sight of lovely heart-shaped earrings, furry hats, the confidence makeup gives and pearls which symbolizes Angel's character. And she would be a good opposite for a man who only craves the thrill of rebellion.

This story might be lovey-dovey for you. But we all know, those cloying things happened. I hope you enjoyed and learn something from this story.

Sincerely not yours,

+Periedot+