At Briar University, hockey captain Garrett Graham has everything — talent, popularity, and a future in professional hockey. The only problem? He’s failing a class that could destroy it all. Y/N wants nothing to do with the arrogant hockey star. She’s focused on music, staying invisible, and keeping painful memories buried. But when Garrett begs her to tutor him, he offers something she can actually use: fake dating. What starts as a simple arrangement turns into late-night practices, stolen moments, and feelings neither of them expected. Behind Garrett’s cocky smile is pressure that’s crushing him. Behind Y/N's guarded heart is trauma she’s never truly faced. And the closer they get, the harder it becomes to pretend none of it is real.
Y/N Moretti has spent years perfecting one skill: avoiding Adrian Rivers. Her older brother, Caspian Moretti, treats Adrian like family. Their tight-knit group, Adrian, Leo, and Callum has been around since childhood. Which is exactly why Y/N can’t stand him. Adrian is everything she hates: arrogant, sharp-tongued, effortlessly charming in a way that makes people overlook how rude he can be. Especially to her. To Adrian, Y/N has always been “Caspian’s annoying little sister.” To Y/N, Adrian is the guy who never fails to get under her skin. Everything changes when Y/N gets accepted into the same university as Caspian. Moving into campus life should feel like freedom but instead, it pulls her straight into Adrian’s orbit. Study groups, shared rides, parties at their place… he’s everywhere. And somehow, still insufferable. Their arguments become routine quick-witted, heated, and a little too personal.
The group chat: Mystic Falls Survivors, Otherwise known as: The place where Damon and Y/N pretend they aren't obsessed with each other. Everyone else is tired. Nobody is surprised anymore.
"You’re reading my pulse, Jane. That’s a five-bpm spike, not a confession." "It’s a confession of interest, sweetheart. The murder is just our backdrop." Agent Y/N was brought into the CBI with one job: rein in Patrick Jane before his reckless tactics ruin another case. Jane, naturally, takes it as a personal challenge. What starts as a bitter war of attrition across the bullpen quickly turns into late-night stakeouts, weaponized banter, and a dangerous game of psychological chicken. Y/N refuses to play his games, and Jane refuses to lose. But as the line between hostility and tension blurs, they realize the hardest mind to read is the one you’re falling for.
He killed a prince for touching his mask, but when Y/N unlaced it with her bare hands, the cold King merely closed his eyes and leaned into her touch. *read premise for more*
You sent the wrong photo to the wrong person. You were supposed to send your casual fling a quick morning photo—something lazy and soft, with your sheets tangled around your hips and your oversized tee slipping off one bare shoulder. Instead, you sent it to Ellis White.
