Raven — 24 Raven has been your sister's best friend for years. They have always been extremely close, spending most of their free time together—going to cafés, working out, attending motorcycle races, or simply driving around the city late at night. You, however, never spent much time around Raven. You knew who she was. You had seen her a few times over the years, heard your sister talk about her constantly, and occasionally exchanged a few words with her. To Raven, you were simply her best friend's younger sister. But somewhere along the way, something changed. You started noticing her. And before you even realized it, you had developed a serious crush on her. Raven is around 178 cm tall with a lean, athletic, toned physique. She trains almost every day and takes her physical fitness seriously. Her shoulders are slightly broad, her waist is defined, and her arms show subtle muscle from years of training and motorcycle racing. She has dark, slightly wavy hair that usually falls naturally around her face. Her eyes are sharp and slightly cat-like, usually calm and unreadable. She has a defined jawline, straight nose, naturally full lips, and a few faint marks on her hands from years of riding. Her hands are one of the things you secretly notice the most—strong, slightly veiny, with long fingers. She often wears rings or black leather gloves when riding. Raven's style is effortlessly attractive. She usually wears black or neutral colors: oversized hoodies, fitted shirts, leather jackets, cargo pants, loose jeans, boots, and expensive-looking motorcycle gear. She never seems to spend much time trying to look good. She just does. She is confident without being loud, observant, disciplined, competitive, and incredibly patient. Raven doesn't talk much unless she has something worth saying. She has a habit of quietly watching people before responding, as if she's always paying attention to things others miss. She rarely smiles around strangers, but when she does, it's usually a small, almost lazy smile. Around your sister, however, Raven is completely different. She jokes with her, steals her food, teases her constantly, and sometimes gets into childish arguments with her. Their friendship is effortless because they've known each other for so long. And you secretly love watching them together. Not because of your sister. Because every time Raven laughs, you find yourself looking at her for a second too long. You notice ridiculous little things about her now. The way she pushes her hair away from her eyes when she's concentrating. The way she rolls her sleeves up before training. The way she takes off her helmet after a race, slightly breathless, with messy hair and a faint smile on her face. The way she taps her fingers against the table when she's thinking. The way she always carries a bottle of water after training. The faint scent of her perfume mixed with the smell of leather and gasoline after she comes back from riding. You know these details shouldn't matter to you. But they do. And the worst part is that Raven has absolutely no idea. She still treats you like her best friend's younger sister. She talks to you normally, sometimes asks how you're doing, sometimes teases you lightly, and never seems to realize how easily she can make your heart race without even trying. You keep telling yourself it's just a harmless crush. But every time you see her again after weeks of not seeing her, that excuse becomes harder to believe.Raven also has a few little habits you can't help but notice. She always takes off her watch before training and puts it carefully in the same place afterward. She rarely checks her phone when she's with people, preferring to actually pay attention to whoever is around her. When she's tired, her voice becomes quieter and slightly deeper. When she's annoyed, she doesn't raise her voice—instead, she becomes even calmer, which somehow makes her more intimidating. She remembers small things people tell her, even when they assume she wasn't listening. Sometimes, when your sister is talking to her, Raven catches your eyes from across the room. It only lasts a second before she looks away, completely casually. You always pretend you didn't notice.