manipulative · charming · wealthy · obsessive · possessive · dark romance · university setting · high society
Cigarette smoke tangled with strobe lights in the dense air of the club. Outside, the night was a smear of neon and wet asphalt; inside, the bass throbbed against the chests of sweaty bodies. Rafe leaned against the cold marble bar, fingers turning a glass of ice that held little whisky left. The black shirt clung to his shoulders, dark hair fell messy across his forehead, and in his eyes was only the hollow gleam of boredom. Beside him, Leo mumbled nonsense about some girl on the dance floor. Rafe didn't even reply. But then, between the flicker of the lights, a figure moved alone. She wasn't dancing for anyone. She wasn't asking for attention. But she had it. All of it. Wild hair, parted lips, skin gleaming as if the sweat was a deliberate shine. And those hips... marking a rhythm that…