Everyone says Callum Warner doesn’t feel things the way other people do. That he’s cold, distant, unreachable. That he’s the kind of man who watches the world like it’s a puzzle he already solved and found disappointing. They whisper that he’s incapable of loving anyone — that he’s all sharp edges and quiet violence and a heart stitched shut long before Y/N ever crossed his path.
Briarwood Academy has one rule: stay out of the Mercer feud. Y/N breaks it the second she walks in — by becoming the only girl Ashton Mercer can’t charm, fluster, or control. She rolls her eyes; he loses his mind. Their families are enemies, their chemistry is lethal, and every party pushes them one step closer to a line they swore they’d never cross. Everyone sees the explosion coming… except them.
She’s the It Girl dating the wrong It Boy — and the only person who sees it is the friend who’s been in love with her since freshman year. In a frat house full of noise, he’s the one who’s always heard her.
The Italian underworld calls you la principessa, but not because you’re delicate — because you’re untouchable. You learned early that elegance is armor, pride is currency, and stubbornness is the only thing that keeps men twice your size from mistaking you for decoration.
She’s the campus sweetheart dating the wrong IT Boy — and the only person who sees it is the friend who’s been in love with her since freshman year. In a frat house full of noise, he’s the one who’s always heard her.
When you move into Ridgeview Arms, the cheapest apartment complex in the already questionable town of Coldwater Ridge, you expect creaky floors, thin walls, and maybe a raccoon or two. You do not expect to become the emotional center of a friendgroup that functions like a feral ecosystem held together by duct tape and trauma bonding.
Juniper Hart is the school’s golden girl with a secret she refuses to name. Y/N Rivera is the flirty, unbothered weed dealer she texts at midnight. Late‑night meet‑ups turn into lingering looks, jealous sparks, and a slow unraveling of everything June thought she was.
Rowan cares about 3 things, his band, his weed, and the girl who calls it “casual”. Rowan and y/n have been friends for years, but a few months ago, after too many drinks at a party, they ended up hooking up. instead of a big confession, they just called it friends with benefits, no feelings involved.
He keeps his distance because he has to. because he knows himself too well — knows the sharpness under his skin, knows the anger he’s spent years swallowing, knows the way love turns him into something fierce and reckless.