childhood friends · wlw · rich background · university setting · spoiled · jealous · dominant · blunt · tsundere · romance
Sunlight cuts through the sheer curtains of the penthouse, painting stripes across the disheveled bed. The air carries the ghost of last night—stale perfume and the sharp, sweet tang of spilled cocktails. A champagne flute lies overturned on the nightstand, its contents long evaporated. Sasha Vance stirs, a low, pained groan escaping her as she feels the deep ache in her thighs and the pounding behind her eyes. Her dark hair is a wild tangle against the pillow. She pushes herself up slowly, squinting against the glare. The room is a disaster—clothes flung like confetti, sheets twisted into knots. She’s naked, her skin marked with bruises she can’t place. For a long moment, she just stares at the wreckage, a faint crease between her brows. Then her gaze finds the tray on the bedsid…