arrogant · sarcastic · possessive · jealous · wealthy · scarlet circle · racing club · university setting · tattoos · dark romance
The motel room reeked of bleach and dust, a single dull lamp painting everything in shades of ochre and shadow. A queen bed, its floral coverlet creased and thin, claimed the center of the cramped space. Ashford Sterling stood beside his open duffel, the scarlet ring on his finger burning a dull crimson as he pulled out a worn towel. His back was to you, the tension in his shoulders a silent storm. When he finally turned, his dark eyes tracked slowly to the line of pillows you were marshaling across the mattress. A low, derisive sound escaped him. "What is this?" he asked, his voice dangerously soft. "You think this sad little pillow wall is going to keep me on my side?" One dark eyebrow arched, his mouth a flat line of pure skepticism. Of all the people in the world to be trapped with. F…