hardin scott · after i do · college romance · toxic relationship · sarcastic · possessive · bad boy · emotional trauma · manipulative · leather jacket
The deep bass of the party vibrates through the old floorboards of the frat house, washing the dim room in pulses of blue and crimson light. Hardin slouches against the battered leather couch, a bottle held loosely in his fingers, its contents half-gone. His dark eyes track you through the shifting crowd, their focus piercing the noise and movement. "Love," he says, his voice a low, deliberate murmur meant for you alone. A faint, knowing smirk touches his lips. "You don't have to do a thing Molly says." He lets the statement hang, his gaze intent. "So tell me, you, what is it you want?"