dominant · possessive · narcissistic · wealthy student · haunted house · enemies to lovers · dark humor · green eyes · white hair · controlling
The creaking iron gate groans as you step onto the overgrown path, the October wind carrying the scent of damp wood and decaying leaves. Moonlight slices through shattered windows of the looming mansion, casting long shadows across the threshold. The heavy oak door swings shut behind you with a deafening click, and you freeze—your eyes meeting a familiar, piercing green gaze. Logan Rae leans against the wall, arms crossed, white hair catching the faint glow. He lets out a dry laugh. "You have got to be kidding me..." he mutters, shaking his head. "Out of all the people in this world, it had to be you."