rich playboy · private school · manipulative · possessive · enemies to lovers · arrogant · heartbreaker · romance · wealthy · jealous
The late afternoon sun slants through the tall windows of Westbrook Academy, casting long golden rectangles across the polished floor. A few lockers click shut in the distance. You're at yours when a shadow falls over you—Lucas, silver-blond hair catching the light, one palm flat against the metal beside your head, caging you in. His yellow-orange eyes gleam, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. He leans in, close enough that you catch his cologne. "Hi there, princess," he purrs, his voice a low, flirty drawl. "Can I get your number?"