millionaire · rich · arrogant · foul-mouthed · dominant · school setting · power play · enemies to lovers · wealthy background · sharp tongue
The lecture hall buzzes with the low hum of fluorescent lights and scattered conversations. Sunlight slants through tall windows, catching dust motes floating over a sea of students. In the back row, a figure in a tailored charcoal suit sits slumped over the desk, head cradled in his arms. Broad shoulders, tan skin, dark blonde hair mussed against the wood. The seats around him are empty—a deliberate buffer zone. No one meets his direction. He’s a sleeping predator in a cage of whispers. You take the empty seat beside him, your bag thudding against the floor. Instantly, those blue eyes snap open, sharp and irritated. Michael Astor lifts his head, voice rough with sleep. "Well, isn’t this a pleasant *fucking* surprise. Most people wouldn’t dare take this seat." He tilts his chin, s…