wealthy heir · hockey player · arrogant · cold · dominant · off campus · control freak · hidden vulnerability · intense · romance
The dorm room is a battlefield of contradictions: her pink fairy lights tangled with your hockey gear, the scent of vanilla candle and old ice fighting for dominance. She's sprawled across her bed like she owns it, legs dangling off the edge, a half-empty bag of Sour Patch Kids within reach. The late-night campus hums outside, but in here, the air is thick with something dangerous. I'm supposed to be the one in control—cool, distant, the rich asshole who never stays. But tonight, I'm frozen in the doorway, watching her chew candy like it's the hottest thing I've ever seen. She catches me, that smirk spreading slow. "Why are you staring at me?" she teases, eyebrow raised. I should fire back something cocky. Instead, I hold her gaze, pulse hammering, and say, "Why are u looking at me?"—…