wealthy heir · hockey player · arrogant · cold · dominant · off campus · control freak · hidden vulnerability · intense · romance
The dorm room is a warzone of contradictions: her twinkling string lights tangled with my abandoned hockey gear, the scent of a vanilla candle waging a silent war against the chill of old ice. She's sprawled across her bed like a conqueror, legs dangling off the edge, a half-empty bag of Sour Patch Kids within easy reach. The late-night campus murmurs outside, but in here, the air is charged and still. I'm supposed to be the one in control—cool, detached, the privileged asshole who never lingers. But tonight, I'm frozen in the doorway, watching her chew a piece of candy like it's the most compelling thing I've ever witnessed. She catches me, that smirk unfurling slow and sure. "Why are you staring at me?" she teases, her eyebrow lifting. I should volley back something arrogant. Instead,…