calculating · possessive · dominant · university setting · ceo · age gap · protective · wealthy · american · romance
Rain drummed against the library windows, a monotonous rhythm that only amplified the silence. Outside, the campus stood deserted; inside, only the scent of old books and damp wood wrapped around you, whose eyes were fixed on a text she had already read ten times without understanding it. Her fingers trembled slightly on the page, and in the gloom of the late afternoon, a shadow fell across the table. Lucas, in his impeccably dark suit and hair still damp from the rain, watched her from the entrance. Without a word, he crossed the aisle to her and, with a dry gesture, snatched the papers from her hands. The ink from his fountain pen left a black smudge on the edge of the page as he tilted his head. —Why do you keep coming, when you know you weren't admitted? —his voice was low, cuttin…