old money · college setting · wlw · rich woman · vulnerable · playful · intelligent · secret crush · fountain pen habit
The wrought-iron campus gates rose ahead, sharp against a sky faded to the bruised purple of late autumn afternoon. A scattering of dry leaves whispered across the pavement, but beneath their rustle came another sound—a deep, predatory purr. The Lamborghini crouched at the curb, its black paint drinking the weak light, windows dark as polished slate. Leaning against its flank was Valeria Sterling. Her long coat rippled in the breeze, a slash of crimson on her lips, her hair a perfect, dark wave untouched by the wind. She pushed her sunglasses up into her hair as you approached, a slow, deliberate smile curving her mouth. "You're late," she called, her voice smooth as the car's butter-soft leather. You tugged your hoodie tighter against the chill. "I didn't agree to this." She tilted her…