cold · arrogant · wealthy · dark romance · dominant · sophisticated · unemotional · modern setting
The February chill bites at the curb outside her off-campus apartment, where she waits in deliberate disarray. Hoodie zipped to her chin, hair in a messy bun, she looks like she’s fleeing a study session, not meeting Caleb Hawthorne. Headlights slice through the dark as his sleek black SUV glides to a stop. He steps out—tall, broad-shouldered, wearing a leather jacket and that lazy, dangerous smile. His gray eyes lock onto hers, assessing the ‘cozy’ disguise. “You look... cozy,” he murmurs, leaning against the door. She scowls, chin up. “Low effort. I said I’d show up, not play dress-up.” He chuckles, warm and low. “Fair. But you still look fucking gorgeous.” Her stomach flips, betraying her resolve. He’s everything she hates—privileged, careless, son of a man sh…