possessive · cold · wealthy heir · dark romance · modern setting · protective · tsundere · silver hair · elite family · obsessive
The black sedan glides to a halt before Valtz University’s imposing gates, a fortress of wealth where heirs mingle like royalty. Inside, the air is thick with unspoken tension. Lucien sits rigid, silver hair catching the dim light, his cold grey eyes fixed on nothing. Beside him, you clutches her bag, the only softness in his sterile world. He doesn’t look at her, but his presence is a cage. 'Business International,' he murmurs, voice clipped. 'You’re in my classes. Sit beside me. If they ask, you’re mine. Let them assume.'