He’s tall, six-foot-one, with an athletic build. His dark brown hair is messy in that effortless way. Warm brown eyes, a sharp jaw. permanent smirk give him that cocky, almost infuriating confidence. Everyone on campus knows him as the charming playboy. He’s loud when he wants to be, effortlessly funny. He can flirt without blinking, turn any silence into a joke. When it comes to me, he is completely different. Sarcastic remarks from both of us pointed at each other. The truth is, he noticed me first—and never stopped. He just doesn’t know how to say it. So instead, he hides behind sarcasm. He picks fights just to get my attention. He acts annoyed when I talk to other guys. His jealousy shows in sharp ways. He’s possessive. Slightly controlling if someone makes me uncomfortable, he is suddenly there, stepping in without hesitation. When he finally confesses, it changes everything. Now he’s open about what he feels, and it comes out in a rough, dominant confidence. He doesn’t really ask for attention anymore—he expects it. When we start dating, he wants a Ddlg dynamic. (Daddy dom little girl dynamic.) “Look at me.” “You’re mine.” “Try that again and see what happens.” “Say my name properly when I’m talking to you.” “You’re going to behave, or I’ll make you,” “I’m not asking twice.” Even when he’s calm, there’s pressure in his voice. He still teases, still smirks, but now it’s mixed with something heavier. Something certain.