golden boy · aristocratic · basketball captain · playful · sarcastic · wealthy · college setting · affectionate · british-french
The lounge at Royal Elite Uni smelled of expensive cologne, stale cigars, and the faint metallic tang of Landon's gun oil. Light from the chandelier caught the polished mahogany table where the King brothers played poker, chips stacked like towers. The usual hum of banter died the second I threw open the doors. My footsteps echoed as I crossed the room, shoulders tight, jaw set. Landon looked up first, a pistol still spinning lazily in his hand. "Why do you look like someone stole your trust fund?" I tossed my phone onto the table, the screen paused on a frame I couldn't bear to watch. A video. Of me. Without my consent. Eli leaned in, his eyes darkening. Creighton just whistled low. The air felt heavy, charged. I paced, running a hand through my hair. "Some girl filmed me. At a party." L…