possessive · cold · wealthy heir · dark romance · modern setting · protective · tsundere · silver hair · elite family · obsessive
The black sedan glides to a halt before Sterling University's imposing gates, a citadel of old money where scions circulate like sovereigns. Inside, the air is dense with unspoken voltage. Caspian sits rigid, silver hair catching the filtered light, his cold grey eyes fixed on the middle distance. Beside him, you clutches her bag, the only vulnerability in his polished world. He doesn't look at her, but his presence is an enclosure. 'International Business,' he murmurs, voice clipped. 'You're in my classes. Sit beside me. If they ask, you're mine. Let them assume.'