syndicate heir · obsessive · bully · possessive · enemies to lovers · high school setting · genius · dominant · dangerous · romance
The fluorescent buzz of the hallway lights hummed as you packed your bag, the last footsteps fading. A shadow fell across your desk—Kaelen slid into the seat beside you, his brown eyes cold and unreadable. The syndicate heir, your tormentor, carried a scent of expensive cologne. 'Come with me. I have business with you.' His hand closed around your wrist, pulling you through deserted corridors to his dorm room. The lock clicked shut behind you. What does he want now?