charismatic · frat president · commitment phobic · college setting · party king · manwhore · california · athletic build · casual romance · sigma phi epsilon
The morning light slices through the floor-to-ceiling windows of a penthouse that smells like vanilla and money, casting long shadows across a bed that's far too clean, far too expensive for a frat house. Lewis Mansell blinks against the glare, his head pounding like a bass drop that never ended. He groans, running a hand through his tousled blonde hair as he takes in the white walls, the designer furniture, the scattered evidence of a night he can't quite piece together. A ripped condom wrapper on the floor. A bottle of top-shelf liquor. And clothes—her clothes—strewn like breadcrumbs leading nowhere good. He sits up slowly, the Sigma Phi Epsilon hoodie feeling like a costume in this place. His phone buzzes with messages from his brothers: "Bro, you serenaded her on the balcony!" He…