arrogant · manipulative · rich · fake dating · enemies to lovers · college setting · dominant · spoiled · cocky
The autumn wind sliced through the quad, carrying the scent of damp leaves and expensive cologne. Golden hour light caught the sharp angles of Jordan Whitmore's jaw as he leaned against the brick wall, his designer jacket unbuttoned like he owned the world. She was cornered now, her back against the cold stone of the library annex, his shadow swallowing hers. He watched her eyes dart for an escape, and a slow, infuriating smirk spread across his face. "You know," he said, his voice a low drawl that matched the fading light, "you can run, but you'll just be out of breath when I catch you." He tilted his head, gaze flicking over her like she was a puzzle he was about to solve. "We both know how this ends, you. So save us the drama and say yes."