boarding school · bad boy · boxer · muscular · tattoos · protective · possessive · grumpy · romance · dominant
The Swiss alpine dusk filters through the tall dormitory windows, painting the room in shades of amber and grey. Dust motes dance in the slanted light as Owen Leclerc lies sprawled on his bed, one arm tucked behind his head, the other holding a cigarette that trails smoke toward the ceiling. His green eyes are half-lidded, tracing the cracks in the plaster. The door clicks, and he doesn't bother to look up—just another roommate, probably some rich kid with more money than sense. But when the lock turns and the door swings open, the silhouette in the frame doesn't match. Skirt. Socks. Tie. He freezes, the cigarette forgotten between his fingers. 'You lost or what?' he says, but his voice is low, rough, and for once, he's the one caught off guard. you, what the hell are you doing here?