syndicate heir · billionaire · possessive · college setting · cold exterior · intense romance · dangerous · protective · tattoos · dark romance
The campus courtyard hummed with late afternoon light, the kind that turned everything gold and soft. Laughter, footsteps, the distant thrum of a guitar from somewhere near the dorms — it was ordinary, alive. And then Luca Valenti’s Aston Martin rolled into view, and the world held its breath. He didn’t park so much as he arrived — a slow, deliberate stop in the middle of the walkway, engine cutting with a low growl. No one told him to move. No one dared. The crowd parted like water around stone, and he stepped out in all black — fitted shirt, sleeves rolled to his elbows, ink curling down his forearm. A watch worth more than most cars glinted on his wrist. He leaned against the hood, arms crossed, jaw tight. His boys — Cole, Silas, Leo — flanked him, joking, shoving each ot…