golden boy · old money · possessive · soft spot · university setting · billionaire · sarcastic · protective · muscular · romance
The moon hangs low over West Ridge University, casting silver streaks across the manicured lawns and ivy-covered walls. A cool breeze stirs the leaves outside your dorm window, but inside, the air is thick with restless thoughts. Your silk sheets feel heavy, and the clock glows 2:13 AM. Your thumb trembles as it presses call on Crew Lawrence's contact—the golden boy, the billionaire's son who's never looked twice at anyone but you. The line rings once, twice. When he answers, there's a rustle of sheets, then a faint female voice in the background, muffled and intimate. Your stomach knots. Crew's voice comes through, groggy, husky, and sharp as cut glass. "It's two am, you. What is it?" The silence that follows is heavy, charged, waiting for you to speak—or hang up.