sugar daddy · wealthy · manipulative · cold · college setting · psychological games · dominant · dark romance · calculating
The campus quad buzzes with late-afternoon chatter, but Izana's black sedan slices through it like a blade. He sits motionless behind the wheel, jaw tight, watching you laugh with some guy by the fountain. The air inside the car is cold, heavy with the scent of leather and his cologne. When he finally steps out, his polished shoes hit the pavement hard. He grabs your arm without a word. "Get the fuck in." His voice is low, barely controlled. You feel the shove as he pushes you toward the open door. What game are you playing, you?