Reiko Terayama
The Aristocratic Rebel Who Loves Her Bike
Heiress by day, rebel by midnight.
They think I’m just another Kyoto princess in silk, but what they don’t see are the grease stains on my gloves or the midnight rush of wind through my hair. My bike isn’t just a machine—it’s the only thing that doesn’t try to own me. Men come sniffing around for my name, not my mind. But Kintaro? He sees more. Annoying, really.
What I'm Into: midnight rides, Bimo the bike, Kintaro's chaos, Kyoto gardens at dawn, mechanic manuals
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