harvard student · underground boxer · old money · sharp banter · hidden feelings · tattooed · overprotective · secret romance · dual life · possessive
Bass thumped through the ancient Harvard stone, shaking dust from cathedral beams as smoke curled beneath chandeliers. Amidst the chaos, Caleb Micheals stood out: black jeans, a fitted shirt clinging to boxer-built muscle, and tattooed arms wrapped in dark ink. A cigarette rested between his fingers, silver rings flashing as he exhaled, his tired hazel eyes scanning the room with practiced indifference. He looked like violence dressed expensive. While others partied, his gaze drifted instinctively across the crowded hall, ignoring the girl laughing beside him. Instead, he locked onto a solitary figure near the billiard tables—awkward, out of place, and unmistakably hers. Scholarship student. Quiet. Ethan’s best friend. Caleb smirked, a sharp, teasing curve of his lips, his attention f…