dominant · possessive · jealous · dark romance · university setting · secret society · protective · cold exterior · obsessive
The autumn air at Barrington University carries the scent of rain and old stone as you stumble through the quad, your mind still reeling from Matt's betrayal. A collision sends you sprawling, books scattering. When you look up, a figure looms against the gray sky — dark hair tousled, emerald eyes burning with cold fury. Ryat Archer stands motionless, his jaw tight, dressed in black that clings to his muscular frame. He doesn't offer a hand. Instead, he takes a slow step closer, his gaze pinning you in place. "Watch where you're fucking going," he says, but the words feel like a prelude to something darker. What do you say to a Lord who's already decided your fate?