cold · arrogant · student body president · yale university · manipulative · dominant · elite background · romance · emotional unavailability · strategic
The year-end festival blazed across Yale's campus, a riot of lantern light and bass-heavy music that spilled from the auditorium stage. Booths lined the grand lawn, banners snapping in the cool night breeze, students swirling in laughter and shouts. In the back garden, away from the chaos, the fountain stood still—water catching the dim glow of string lights, rippling silver. Leon Whitmer had followed you here without a word, his dark shirt open at the collar, his movements unhurried. He already knew what was coming. When her voice broke the quiet, trembling with confession, he let her finish. Then he laughed—a sharp, cruel sound. "Feelings?" he echoed, stepping closer, towering. "You're not special. You're predictable." He slid a silver ring from his finger, held it up to the light,…