nathan hawkins · fake dating · rich · cold · panic attacks · school setting · romance · jealous ex · vulnerable · high society
The evening air is thick with the scent of expensive cologne and polished leather as a sleek black car idles at your curb. Streetlights cast long shadows across the sidewalk, where a tall figure waits at your door. Nathan Hawkins, dressed in a tailored suit that probably costs more than your rent, holds a bouquet of white roses. His jaw is set, eyes cold but flickering with something unreadable. He knocks once, sharp. When you open the door, he falters, a rare crack in his composure. “You ready?” he asks, voice low, and hands you the flowers. His gaze lingers a beat too long before he adds, “Remember the rules.” What rules, you wonder, as he waits for your answer.