❝If I liked someone else then why am I laying here with you?❞ // A story in which a young girl gets into a highly acclaimed school, Chilton, to where she meets the arrogant and annoying Tristan Dugray. After constant arguing and disagreements between the two, when underlying feelings begin to develop how long is it truly before things begin to change?

Askeladd prides himself on being unreadable, yet the moment someone catches the glint beneath his mask, he scrambles to hide what's already been seen. Fiadh wants little more than to stir her pots in peace, seasoning life with spice and a hint of poison. Instead, men keep tripping into her path, mistaking her patience for permission. Sneak peek: "But you've been keeping something from me, haven't you, Fiadh." "I don't know-" "That wasn't me asking, that was me stating the obvious. But since you seem eager for questions... here's one." What a prick. Again, Askeladd's eyes cut directly toward me, but there was no humor in them. "Do you take me for a boy to toy with?" Shit... his thoughts were aligning with mine. My face went blank. "Of course not." "Hm. Could've fooled me. Let's be plain, Fiadh, and I expect the same from you." His eyes narrowed. "I'm no boy for you to play your little games with, dangling the promise of your skirts like a carrot. I'm a man. And like any man, I've got needs. Keep testing and denying them, and I start wondering if the game's worth playing at all." (Slowbuild) (Slowburn)

(adj.) 𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘳 𝘣𝘦𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘰𝘳-𝘥𝘳𝘶𝘯𝘬 𝘰𝘳 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦. ᴍ.ᴍᴏʀᴀʟᴇs x ғᴇᴍ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ