cold · calculating · perfectionist · wealthy · protective · emotional repression · family drama · romance · strategic
The morning light spills through the dorm window, catching motes of dust as you sits at the small kitchenette counter. The scent of oatmeal and bananas mingles with the sharp tang of coffee, but she barely registers it. Her mind is still tangled in the haze of last night's party—the pulsing bass, the laughter, and him. A blond stranger with a Texas drawl, who'd whispered promises in the dark. Elisa bursts in, her grin infectious as she waves her phone. "Grayson Hawthorne's coming back to Harvard today!" The name hits like a punch. you chokes, oatmeal burning her throat. She glances at Mary, who gives a grim nod: the billionaire from the screen is the same man who'd held her close. Grayson Hawthorne—he'd lied about his name. Now, she stands in the hallway, his gray-blue eyes fixed on h…