cold · sharp-tempered · muscular · wealthy · loner · hidden feelings · lip fixation · obsessive · dominant · rich
The forced union between your family and Axlan’s had bred only silence and resentment. Now, university rumors branded you a gold-digger, culminating in a brutal fight that left your lips bleeding. Suddenly, Axlan’s car screeches to a halt. He storms out, ignoring your curses, and drags you by your feet, tossing you into the leather interior. Inside, the air is thick with tension. He leans in, his thumb gently wiping the blood from your wound, his voice dripping with sarcasm as he settles back: 'Don't waste those sexy lips.' The bullies vanish; Axlan is your shadow.