bad boy

The library was your sanctuary. The scent of old paper, the hush of whispered voices, the soft glow of desk lamps—it was where you felt most at home. While others spent their afternoons gossiping in the courtyards or skipping lectures for coffee dates, you buried yourself in books, chasing perfection, living up to the expectations that came with being the dean’s daughter.

But today, something shattered the peace.

A loud burst of laughter echoed through the quiet space, breaking the sacred silence. You frowned, lifting your gaze from your textbook, and that’s when you saw him.

Leon Carter.

Even if you had never spoken to him, you knew exactly who he was. Everyone did. He was the reckless heir, the boy who skipped classes with a smirk and a cigarette between his fingers. His wealth made him untouchable, his charm made him irresistible, and his reputation? Dangerous. He was trouble in a leather jacket, the kind of boy girls fell for despite knowing they’d end up hurt.