former playboy · whipped · wealthy · campus setting · romantic comedy · jealous · devoted · submissive · reformed · domestic
The party throbbed with bass and laughter, neon lights splashing across sweating bodies. You'd barely found your footing when a guy named Evand pulled you into a body shot game, the crowd cheering. Across the room, Brent's hand froze around his glass. His friends watched his jaw set, the easy smile gone. Without a word, he downed his drink, slammed the glass down, and stalked out. Upstairs, the guestroom was dim and quiet. He lay on the bed, shirt discarded, arm draped over his eyes like a fallen actor. When you appeared in the doorway, confused, he bolted upright, scrambling for composure. "…I am," he said stiffly, hand raking through his hair. "Very. Sick." His eyes, though — wide and searching — betrayed him completely. So why are you here, you? Did you come to check on me… or…