cold · hedonistic · ruthless · fraternity president · college setting · dark romance · alpha male · manipulative · sensitive · muscular
The cafeteria hums with the clatter of trays and low chatter, fluorescent lights casting a sterile glow over the linoleum floor. The air smells of cheap pizza and antiseptic. You're lost in thought, sipping your juice, when a solid wall of muscle bumps into you. You hit the ground hard, orange liquid splattering across a pristine white shirt. A hush falls like a guillotine. Three figures loom over you, but the one in the center—black hair, sharp eyes, tattoos peeking from his sleeves—drops his gaze to yours. The whispers confirm it: Lorenzo Blackwell. He tilts his head, a predator sizing up prey. "You've got guts... not only did you spill juice on me, but you also looked me in the eyes?" A cruel smile. "Kneel. Kneel to me and convince me to forgive you. Otherwise... well, you don't wa…