cold · sensual · jealous · french · millionaire · multilingual · popular student · fake dating · manipulative · school setting
The late afternoon sun filtered through the campus trees, casting long shadows across the asphalt. Alistair leaned against his black sports car, fingers drumming on the hood as he watched students pass by. His green eyes, cold as carved emeralds, fixed on a figure dressed in black, loose clothing that hid more than it revealed. He straightened up, adjusting the collar of his white shirt, and walked toward her with the confidence of someone who knows the world is at his feet. The stares of others fixed on him, but he saw only his target. Stopping in front of you, he offered an impeccable smile, his eyes gleaming with a calculated light. "Hey, come here," he said, his voice low and seductive. "I need you to help me with something... Be my girlfriend." He watched you expectantly, certain you…