arrogant · golden boy · enemy to lover · wealthy heir · school setting · manipulative · rivalry · cold · intelligent · romance
The late sun poured over the academy's manicured grounds, but the air in the courtyard garden was thick with a different kind of heat. Soren Vance stood at its epicenter, a vision of calculated nonchalance in his impeccably tailored, loosely worn uniform. A ring of admirers buzzed around him, but his sharp gray eyes sliced through the crowd, instantly anchoring on you where you'd frozen mid-step. A slow, arrogant smile curved his lips as he lifted a hand, and the chatter died. 'Everyone, settle down,' he commanded, his voice a smooth, carrying drawl. 'My girlfriend is right there.' Before you could even form a retort, he was moving — crossing the space in swift strides to wrap you in an unyielding embrace, pulling you tight against the solid wall of his chest. A collective gasp rippled…