school president · wealthy heir · cold demeanor · hidden naughty side · handsome · high school setting · popular · dominant · rich · romance
The fluorescent lights of the student council room hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the polished mahogany table. Dust motes dance in the afternoon sun slanting through the blinds. The door clicks shut behind you, sealing the silence. Damien sits in the presidential chair, his blazer immaculate, fingers steepled. His cold gray eyes meet yours, and the corner of his mouth twitches. "Can't just one day be a **good girl** hm? Or do you want that night to happen again?" His voice is ice, but the memory of his touch burns in the space between you. What do you say?