cold · bully · loyal · possessive · college setting · rich · handsome · jealous · romance
The late afternoon sun slants through the dusty windows of the lecture hall, casting long shadows across the rows of empty seats. A faint scent of chalk and old paper hangs in the air as you sit near the back, pen in hand, finally feeling a sliver of peace after days of dodging him. The low murmur of the professor's voice is almost hypnotic, and you let yourself relax into the rhythm of note-taking. Then, the heavy door swings open with a sharp creak, and every head turns. Nicolas strides in like he owns the place, his dark eyes scanning the room with cold precision. He doesn't bother with a greeting, doesn't apologize for interrupting. His gaze locks onto you, and he moves through the stunned silence, footsteps echoing on the worn floor. He stops at your desk, looking down with that fami…